 When, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs I lay, And woo the cooler wind. I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side.  Poems - Страница 68по Reginald Heber - 1830 - 192 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1828
...twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, the lingering noon to cheer, But miss...far, thy prayers ascend for me. Then on ? then on 1 where duty leads, my course be onward still, O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, o'er bleak Almorah's... | |
 | Reginald Heber - 1828 - 340 страници
...steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam, I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, The lingering noon to cheer, But miss...where duty leads, My course be onward still, On broad Hindostan's sultry meads, O'er black Almorah's hill. That course nor Delhi's kingly gates, Nor mild... | |
 | William Brittainham Lacey - 1828 - 308 страници
...steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale bean>; I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, The lingering noon to cheer, But miss...where duty leads, My course be onward still, On broad Hindostan's sultry meads, O'er black Almorah's hill. That course nor Delhi's kingly gates, Nor mild... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 608 страници
...twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, the lingering noon to cheer, But miss...on ! where duty leads, my course be onward still, O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, o'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 626 страници
...steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side.' I spread my books, my pencil try, the lingering noon to cheer, But miss...on ! where duty leads, my course be onward still, | O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, o'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,... | |
 | Reginald Heber - 1828 - 568 страници
...twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, The lingering noon to cheer, But miss...on ! where duty leads, My course be onward still, O'er broad Hindostan's sultry mead, O'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 608 страници
...twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, the lingering noon to cheer, But miss...on ! where duty leads, my course be onward still. O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, o'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,... | |
 | 1828 - 608 страници
...twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, The lingering noon to cheer, But miss...on ! where duty leads, My course be onward still, O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, O'er bleak Almorali's hill. That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,... | |
 | 1828 - 598 страници
...steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side.' I spread my books, my pencil try, the lingering noon to cheer, But miss...ascend for me. Then on ! then on ! where duty leads, my cmir.,e be onward still, ' O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, o'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course,... | |
 | James Silk Buckingham - 1828 - 628 страници
...thee from my side. I spread my books, my pencil try, The lingering noon to cheer, But miss thy kmd approving eye, Thy meek attentive ear. But when of...on ! where duty leads, My course be onward still, O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, O'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,... | |
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