 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1830 - 334 страници
...FREE. Anonymous. I SAID to Sorrow's pelting storm, That beat against my breast, Rage on ! thou mayst destroy this form, And lay it low at rest ; But still...life-drop ye may drain, And crush me to the grave ; Yet still the spirit that endures Shall mock your force the while, And meet each cold, cold grasp... | |
 | Benjamin Dudley Emerson - 1831 - 356 страници
...FREE.—Anonymous. I SAID to Sorrow's pelting storm, That beat against my breast, Rage on! thou mayst destroy this form, And lay it low at rest; But still...life-drop ye may drain, And crush me to the grave; Yet still the spirit that endures Shall mock your force the while, And meet each cold, cold grasp of... | |
 | A. B. Cleveland - 1832 - 496 страници
...SOUL'S DEFIANCE. I SAID to Sorrow's awful storm, That beat against my breast, Rage on—thou may'st destroy this form, And lay it low at rest; But still...With steadfast eye. I said to Penury's meagre train, Come on—your threats I brave; My last poor life-drop you may drain, And crush me to the grave; Yet... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1832 - 244 страници
...That beat against my breast, Rage on — thou may'st destroy this form, And lay it low at rest ; Yet still, the spirit that now brooks Thy tempest raging high, Undaunted, on its fury looks With stedfast eye. I said to Penury's meagre train, Come on — your threats I brave; My last poor life-drop... | |
 | 1836 - 268 страници
...storm, That beat against my breast, Rage on— thou may'st destroy this form, And lay it low at rest ; , Thy tempest raging high, Undaunted on its fury looks...With steadfast eye. I said to Penury's meagre train, Come on, your threats I brave, My, last poor life-drop you may drain, And crush me to the grave ; Yet... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1836 - 434 страници
...That beat against my breast, Rage on — thou may'st destroy this form, And lay it low at rest : Yet still the spirit that now brooks Thy tempest raging high, Undaunted on its fury looks With stedfast eye. I said to Penury's meagre train, Come on — your threats I brave ; My last poor life-drop... | |
 | 1837 - 474 страници
...awful storm, That beat against my breast, " Rage on ! thou may'st destroy this form, And send it to its rest ; But still the spirit that now brooks Thy tempest raging high, Undaunted on its fury looks With stedfast eye." I said to penury's meagre train, " Come on ! your threats I brave ; My last poor life's-drop... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1838 - 282 страници
...That beat against my breast, Rage on—thou inay'st destroy this form, And lay it low at rest; Yet still, the spirit that now brooks Thy tempest raging...With steadfast eye. I said to Penury's meagre train, Come on—your threats I brave ; My last poor life-drop you may drain, And crush me to the grave ;... | |
 | 1839 - 430 страници
...gloom, And my own solitary room. The Sonl's Defiance*—ANONYMOUS. I SAID to Sorrow's awful storm, And lay it low at rest; But still the spirit, that now brooks That beat against my breast, Rage on—thou may'st destroy this form, Undaunted, on its fury looks... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1849 - 316 страници
...— ANOBT. 1. I SAID to Sorrow's awful storm, That beat against my breast, Rage on — thou may'st destroy this form, And lay it low at rest ; But still...tempest, raging high, Undaunted on its fury looks, WithTsteadfast eye. 2. I said to Penury's meager train, Come on — your threats I brave ; My last... | |
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I SAID to Sorrow's awful storm, That beat against my breast, Rage on — thou may'st destroy this form, And lay it low at rest ; But still the spirit, that now brooks Thy tempest, raging high, Undaunted, on its fury looks With steadfast eye. I said to... 
