 | William Stanley Braithwaite - 1909 - 1334 Seiten
...taught to flow, My eyes shall then discern ; The heart that throbbed at others' woe, Shall then scarce feel its own. The wounds which now each moment bleed. Each moment then shall close; And tranquil days shall still succeed To nights of sweet repose. O, Fairy Elf! but grant... | |
 | Iolo Aneurin Williams - 1923 - 528 Seiten
...taught to flow. My eyes shall then disown ; The heart, that throbb'd at others' woe, Shall then scarce feel its own. The wounds which now each moment bleed, Each moment then shall close ; And tranquil days shall still succeed To nights of sweet repose. Oh ! fairy elf, but... | |
 | Oswald Doughty - 1924 - 222 Seiten
...taught to flow, My eyes shall then disown ; The heart that throbbed at other's woe, Shall then scarce feel its own. The wounds which now each moment bleed, Each moment then shall close ; And tranquil days shall still succeed To nights of sweet repose. And what of life remains... | |
 | David Nichol Smith - 1926 - 744 Seiten
...taught to flow, My eyes shall then disown ; The heart which throbb'd at other's woe, Shall then scarce feel its own. The wounds which now each moment bleed, Each moment then shall close, And peaceful days shall still succeed To nights of sweet repose. Oh, fairy elf! but grant... | |
 | Roger Lonsdale, Roger H. Lonsdale - 1990 - 612 Seiten
...taught to flow, My eyes shall then disown; The heart, that throbbed at others' woe, Shall then scarce feel its own. The wounds, which now each moment bleed, Each moment then shall close, And peaceful days shall still succeed To nights of sweet repose. Oh, fairy elf, but grant... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1881 - 918 Seiten
...pity taught to flow The eye shall then disown ; The heart that melts for others' woe Shall then scarce feel its own. The wounds which now each moment bleed, Each moment then shall close, And tranquil days shall still succeed To nights of calm repose." It is only to the hardened... | |
 | John Churton Collins - 1896 - 502 Seiten
...Pity taught to flow, My eye shall then disown; The heart that melts for others' woe, Shall then scarce feel its own. The wounds which now each moment bleed, Each moment then shall close, And tranquil days shall still succeed To nights of sweet repose. O fairy elf! but grant... | |
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The heart that melts for others' woe, Shall then scarce feel its own. The wounds which now each moment bleed, Each moment then shall close; And tranquil days shall still succeed To nights of calm repose. 
