 | 1880 - 68 Seiten
...When the chilling tear stands in my comfortless eye, Oh, how hard is the lot of the Wandering Boy. The winter is cold, and I have no vest, And my heart...breast ; No father, no mother, no kindred have I— Oh, I am a parentless Wandering Boy. Yet I once had a home, and I once had a sire, A mother who granted... | |
 | Isaac Watts - 1881 - 824 Seiten
...Beauty dies. HK WHITE.] THE WANDERING BOY. A SONO. WHEN the winter wind whistles along the wild moor, The winter is cold, and I have no vest, And my heart...kindred have I, For I am a parentless Wandering Boy. Yet I had a home, and I once had a sire, A mother who granted each infant desire ; Our cottage it stood... | |
 | Henry Kirke White - 1825 - 456 Seiten
...along the mid moor, And the cottager shuts on the beggar his door ; When the chilling tear stands iu my comfortless eye, Oh, how hard is the lot of the...parentless Wandering Boy. III. Yet I had a home, and 1 once had a sire, A mother who granted each infant desire ; Our cottage it stood in a wood-embowerd... | |
 | 1863
...When the chilling tear stands in my comfort. less eye, Oh, how hard is the lot of the Wandering Boy. The winter is cold, and I have no vest, And my heart...breast ; No father, no mother, no kindred, have I, For 1 am a psrentless Wandering Boy. Death called both my father and mother away, And they left me to bard-hearted... | |
 | Wendy Cameron, Sheila Haines, Mary Maude - 2000 - 528 Seiten
...Oh! how hard is the lot of the Wandering Boy. The winter is cold, and I have no rest, And my heart is cold as it beats in my breast, No father, no mother, no kindred have I, For I am a poor little parentless boy. Yet I had a name and I once had a Sire, A mother who granted each infant... | |
 | Henry Kirke White, Robert Southey - 1899 - 442 Seiten
...Why the stern brow deceitful move, When I am languishing with love ? Ill THE WANDERING BOY. A SONG. WHEN the winter wind whistles along the wild moor,...kindred have I, For I am a parentless Wandering Boy. HI. Yet I had a home, and I once had a sire, A mother who granted each infant desire ; Our cottage... | |
 | William Russell - 1845 - 180 Seiten
...the chilling tear | stands in my comfortless eye, Oh ! how hard \ is the lot of the wandering b6y ! The winter is cold, and I have no vest, — And my heart | it is cold I as it beats in my breast : No father, no mother, no kindred \ have I ; For I am a parentless, wandering... | |
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WHEN the winter wind whistles along the wild moor, And the cottager shuts on the beggar his door ; When the chilling tear stands in my comfortless eye, Oh, how hard is the lot of the Wandering Boy. 
