 Soften'd his spirit) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches, that have burnt all night Through some impure and godless...  Annual Register - Side 324redigeret af - 1818Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | 1905 - 636 sider
...(As if the balmy evening time Softened his spirit) looked and lay, Watching the rosy infant's plav ; Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the...joyous gaze, As torches that have "burnt all night But hark ! the ves]>er call to prayer, As slow the orb of daylight sets, Is rising sweetly on the air... | |
 | 1905 - 642 sider
...(As if the balmy evening time Softened his spirit) looked and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play ; Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the...joyous gaze, As torches that have burnt all night But hark ! the vesper call to prayef, As slow tln- orb of daylight sets, Is rising sweetly on the air... | |
 | 1905 - 304 sider
...looked and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play ; Though still, whene'er his eye by chanoc Fell ou the boy's, its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze As torches that have burnt all night Encounter morning's glorious rays. But hark ! the vesper call to prayer, As slow the orb of daylight... | |
 | 1817 - 698 sider
...if the balmy evening time Softened his spirit) looked, and lay Watching the rosy infant's play : — Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the...that unclouded joyous gaze. As torches, that have burned all night Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. But, hark... | |
 | Frank Honywell Fenno - 1912 - 348 sider
...As if the balmy evening time Softened his spirit ) looked and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play; Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the...joyous gaze, As torches that have burnt all night But hark ! the vesper call to prayer, As slow the orb of day light sets, Is rising sweetly on the air... | |
 | Robert D. Blackman - 1912 - 1230 sider
...spirit) looked and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play ; Though still, whene'er his eye \yy chnnoe Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance Met that unclouded,...joyous gaze, As torches that have burnt all night Encounter morning's glorious rays. But hark ! the vesper call to prayer, As slow the orb of daylight... | |
 | 1896 - 326 sider
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 | Thomas Moore - 2001 - 667 sider
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