 I played a sad lament for my poor dog Tray. Where now shall I go, poor, forsaken, and blind? Can I find one to guide me, so faithful and kind? To my sweet native village, so far, far away, I can never more return with my poor dog Tray. 18* THE WOUNDED...  Sharpe's London Magazine - Страница 1451847Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1801 - 452 страници
...refus'J my last crust to his pitiful face; But he died at my feet on a cold winter day, And I play'da sad lament for my poor dog Tray. Where now shall I go, poor, forsaken, and blind? Can I find one to guide me, so faithful and kind? To my sweet native village, so far far away, I can... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1804 - 182 страници
...refus'd my last crust to his pitiful face ; But he died at my feet on a cold winter day, And I play'da sad lament for my poor dog Tray. Where now shall I go, poor, forsaken, and blind ? Can I find one to guide me, so faithful and kind ? To my sweet native village, so far far away, I... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1804 - 144 страници
...refus'd my last crust to his pitiful face ; But he died at my feet on a cold winter day, And I play'da sad lament for my poor dog Tray. Where now shall I go, poor, forsaken, and blind ? Can I find one to guide me, so faithful and kind ? To my sweet native village, so far, far away,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1810 - 176 страници
...refus'd my last crust to his pitiful face; But he died at my feet, on a cold winter day, And I play'da sad lament for my poor dog Tray. Where now shall I go, poor, forsaken, and blind ? Can I find one to guide me, so faithful and kind ? To my sweet native Tillage, so far, far away,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1812 - 160 страници
...refus'd my last crust to his pitiful face ; But he died at my feet, on a cold winter day, And I play'da sad lament for my poor dog Tray. Where now shall I go, poor, forsaken, and blind ? Can I find one to guide me, so faithful and kind ? To my sweet native village, so far, far away,... | |
 | 1819 - 352 страници
...remefnber'd his case, Nor refus'd my last crust to his pitiful face, But he died at my feet on a cold winter day, And I played a sad lament for my poor...Tray. Where now shall I go, poor, forsaken and blind, Can I find one to guide me, so faithful and kind ? To my sweet native village, so far, far away. I... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1821 - 254 страници
...refus'd my last crust to his pitiful face j But he died at my feet on a cold winter day, And I play'da sad lament for my poor dog Tray. Where now shall I go, poor, forsaken, and hlind ? Can I find one to guide me, so faithful and kind To my sweet native village, so far, far away,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1828 - 258 страници
...refused my last crust to his pitiful face ; But he died at my feet on a cold winter day, And I play'da sad lament for my poor dog Tray. Where now shall I go, poor, forsaken, and blind ? Can I find one to guide me, so faithful, and kind ? To my sweet native village, so far, far away,... | |
 | John Wood (of Edinburgh.) - 1829 - 296 страници
...thought of his ca»e, " Nor refused my last crust to his pitiful face; " But he died at my feet in a cold winter day, " And I played a sad lament for my poor..." Where now shall I go, poor, forsaken , and blind ? " Can I find one to guide me, so faithful and kind ? u To my sweet native village, so far, far away,... | |
 | Samuel Rogers - 1829 - 520 страници
...refused my last crust to his pitiful face; But he died at my feet on a cold winter day. And I play'da sad lament for my poor dog Tray. Where now shall I go, poor, forsaken, and blind! Can I find one to guide me, so faithful, and kind? To my sweet native village, so far, far away, I... | |
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