 | 1847 - 876 páginas
...starved laborer toil and bread — Power, at thy bounds, Stops, and calls back his baffled hounds. Oh fair young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler...they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower, And when thy sisters,... | |
 | 1847 - 784 páginas
...starved laborer toil and bread — Power, at thy bounds, Stops, and calls back his baffled hounds. Oh fair young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler...skies The thronging years in glory rise, And, as they ileet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, wilh every coming hour Shall brighten, and... | |
 | 1847 - 814 páginas
...Stops, and culls back his baffled hounds. Oh fair young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler (mice than now. Deep in the brightness of thy skies The...they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, with every coming hour Símil brighten, and Ihy form shall lower, And when lliv siMers,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1855 - 690 páginas
...the starved labourer toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops and culls back his baffled hounds. Oh, fair young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler...they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower; And when thy sisters,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1855 - 310 páginas
...the starved laborer toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops and calls back his baffled hounds. Oh, fair young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler...brightness of thy skies The thronging years in glory rise, Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower ; And when thy sisters,... | |
 | 1859 - 592 páginas
...sounds from the band of a hundred years, coming down to the armies of the living generation, over the graves of millions sleeping in the camp of death....mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now. Doop in the brightness of thy skies, The thronging years in glory rise, And, as they fleet, Drop strength... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1859 - 386 páginas
...toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops and calls back his baffled hounds. Oh, fair young mother I on thy brow Shall sit a nobler grace than now. Deep...they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower; And when thy sisters,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1862 - 308 páginas
...the starved laborer toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops and calls back his baffled hounds. Oh, fair young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler...they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. VOL. II. — 11° Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten, and thy form shall towei ; And... | |
 | 1862 - 432 páginas
...starved laborer toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops, and calls back his baffled hounds. O, fair young Mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler...they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten, and thy form shall tower; And when thy sisters,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1865 - 304 páginas
...the starved laborer toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops and calls back his baffled hounds. Oh, fair young mother ! on thy brow Shall sit a nobler...thy skies The thronging years in glory rise, And, QS they fleet, Drop strength and riches at thy feet. Thine eye, with every coming hour, Shall brighten,... | |
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A shelter for the hunted head, For the starved laborer toil and bread. Power, at thy bounds, Stops and calls back his baffled hounds. 
