 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1837 - 362 страници
...— Me howling blasts drive devious, tempest-toss'd, Sails ripp'd, seams opening wide, and compass lost, And day by day some current's thwarting force Sets me more distant from a prosp'rous course. Yet O the thought, that thou art safe, and he ! That thought is joy, arrive what... | |
 | William Cowper - 1837 - 534 страници
...— Me howling blasts drive devious, tempest-toss'd, Sails ripp'd, seams op'ning wide, and compass lost, And day by day some current's thwarting force Sets me more distant from a prosp'rous course. Yet O the thought, that thou art safe, and he ! That thought is joy, arrive what... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1838 - 316 страници
...— Me howling blasts drive devious, tempest-tossed, 30 Sails ripped, seams opening wide, ana compass lost, And day by day some current's thwarting force, Sets me more distant from a prosperous course. Yet, O the thought, that thou art safe, and he! That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. 35 My boast... | |
 | Henry Marlen - 1838 - 342 страници
...— Me howling blasts drive devious, tern pest- tossed, Sails ripped, seams opening wide, and compass lost, And day by day some current's thwarting force Sets me more distant from a prosperous course. Yet O the thought, that thou art safe, and he ! That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. My boast... | |
 | Ebenezer Porter - 1839 - 316 страници
...— Me howling blasts drive devious, tempest-tossed, 30 Sails ripped, seams opening wide, and compass lost, And day by day some current's thwarting force, Sets me more distant from a prosperous course. Yet, O the thought, that Ihou art safe, and he! That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. 35 My boast... | |
 | William Cowper - 1839 - 554 страници
...— Me howling blasts drive devious, tempest-toss'd, Sails ripp'd, seams opening wide, and compass lost, And day by day some current's thwarting force Sets me more distant from a prosperous course. Yet O the thought, that thou art safe, and he! That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. My boast... | |
 | 1839 - 428 страници
...distress'd— Me, howling blasts drive devious, tempest-toss'd, Sails ripp'd, seams opening wide, and compass lost, And, day by day, some current's thwarting force, Sets me more distant from a prosp'rous course. Yet, oh, the thought, that thou art safe, and he! My boast is not, that I deduce... | |
 | William Cowper - 1841 - 240 страници
...Garlk. Me howling blasts drive devious, tempest-toss'd, Sails ripp'd, seams op'ning wide, and compass lost, And day by day some current's thwarting force Sets me more distant from a prosp'rous course. Tet O the thought, that thou art safe, and he ! That thought is joy, arrive what... | |
 | John D. Post - 1842 - 314 страници
...distressed/ Me howling blasts drive devious, tempests tossed, Sails ripped, seams opening wide, and compass lost, And, day by day, some current's thwarting force Sets me more distant from a prosperous course. Vet, O, the thought, that thou art safe, and he ! — That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. My... | |
 | Thomas Taylor - 1843 - 316 страници
...distressed— Me, howling winds drive devious, tempest tost; Sails ript, seams opening wide, and compass In;I, And day by day some current's thwarting force Sets me more distant from a prosperous course. But, oh ! tin; thought that thou art safe, and he ! That thought is joy, arrive what may to me : My... | |
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That thought is joy, arrive what may to me. My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins... 
