 If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent; if thou art a husband, and hast ever caused the fond bosom that ventured its whole happiness in thy arms to doubt one moment of...  The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon - Страница 136по Washington Irving - 1835Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Washington Irving - 1820 - 364 страници
...to be soothed by thy contrition ! If thou art a child, and has ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent...generously confided in thee — if thou art a lover, and hast ever given one unmerited pang to that true heart which now lies cold and still beneath thy feet;... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1822 - 424 страници
...to be soothed by thy contrition ! If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent...generously confided in thee — if thou art a lover, and hast ever given one unmerited pang to that true heart which now lies cold and still beneath thy feet... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, Sir William Smith, Rowland Edmund Prothero Baron Ernle, George Walter Prothero - 1821 - 612 страници
...be soothed by thy contrition ! ' If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent...hast ever caused the fond bosom that ventured its happiness in thy arms, to doubt one moment of thy kindness or thy truth — if thou art a friend, and... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1821 - 596 страници
...be soothed by thy contrition! ' If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or / a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent...hast ever caused the fond bosom that ventured its happiness in thy arms, to doubt one moment of thy kindness or thy truth — if thou art a friend, and... | |
 | 1828 - 394 страници
...be soothed by thy contrition ! • If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent...— if thou art a husband, and hast ever caused the ibnd bosom that ventured its whole happiness in thy arms, to doubt one moment of thy kindness or thy... | |
 | 1833 - 348 страници
...hushand, and hast ever caused the fond hosom that ventured its whole happiness in thy arms to douht one moment of thy kindness or thy truth — if thou...generously confided in thee — if thou art a lover, and hast ever given one unmerited pang to the true heart that now lies cold and still heneath thy feet... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1834 - 320 страници
...soothed by thy contrition I If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorVoL. i. « row to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent...generously confided in thee — if thou art a lover, and hast ever given one unmerited pang to that true heart which now lies cold and still beneath thy feet... | |
 | Samuel Kirkham - 1834 - 360 страници
...be soothed by thy contrition'! If thou art a child', and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul', or a furrow to the silvered brow', of an affectionate...generously confided in thee' — if thou art a lover', and hast ever given one unmerited pang to that true heart which now lies cold and still beneath thy feet';... | |
 | 1835 - 398 страници
...hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent—-if thou art a husband, and hast ever caused the fond...thy arms, to doubt one moment of thy kindness or thy truth—if thou art a friend, and hast ever wronged, in thought, or word, or deed, the spirit that... | |
 | 1836 - 282 страници
...to be soothed by thy contrition ! If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent...generously confided in thee — if thou art a lover, and hast ever given one unmerited pang to that true heart which now lies cold and still beneath thy feet... | |
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