 | John Hall - Elocution - 1845 - 354 pages
...children, peeping out' Into the mingling storm', demand their sire1 40 With tears of artless innocence. Alas' ! Nor wife nor children more shall he behold', Nor friends', nor sacred home. On ev'ry nerve The deadly Winter seizes', — shuts up sense, — And', o'er his inmost vitals creeping... | |
 | United States - 1846 - 526 pages
...children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence — alas ! Nor wife, nor children more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home." The plagiarism of Campbell from an elder poet, Vaughnn, is worthy of being cited ; we must content... | |
 | United States - 1846 - 516 pages
...peeping oat — Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless iunocence — alas I Nor wife, nor children more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home." The plagiarism of Campbell from an elder poet, Vanghan, is worthy of being cited ; we mnst content... | |
 | Asa Humphrey - Literature - 1847 - 238 pages
...children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly Winter seizes; shuts up sense ; And, o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold,... | |
 | Quotations, English - 1847 - 540 pages
...moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair! CoWPER. 7. Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. THOMSON. 8. Think'st thou that I could bear to part From thee, and learn to halve my heart? Years have... | |
 | Quotations, English - 1847 - 526 pages
...moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair! COWFER. 7. Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. THOMSON. 8. Think'st thou that I could bear to part From thee, and learn to halve my heart? Years have... | |
 | James Thomson - 1847 - 504 pages
...peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! 315 Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, . Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly Winter seizes ; shuts up sense ; And, o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold,... | |
 | Henry Grattan - 1849 - 494 pages
...spared the father, and restored him to his children ; that you have seen the olivebranch sent into his little ark— but no sign that the waters had...he behold, nor friends nor sacred home !" No seraph in mercy unbars his dungeon, and leads MR. GRATTAN TO MR. M'CAN. Limerick, 27th Sept. 1797. DEAR M'CAN,... | |
 | George Croly - English poetry - 1849 - 416 pages
...children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly Winter seizes ; shuts up sense ; And, o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold,... | |
 | Edward J. Hallock - English language - 1849 - 262 pages
...little children, peeping out Into the mingled storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife nor children more shall he behold ; Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly winter seizes ; shuts up sense ; And o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold,... | |
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In vain for him the officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm, In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he... 
