 | George Beaumont - 1808 - 218 страници
...unfuccefsful or fuccefsful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pained, My foul is fick with every day's report • , ' ' Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is fill'd. There is no flefh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is fevered... | |
 | William Cowper - 1808 - 338 страници
...There is no flesh in man's ohdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the nat'ral hond Of hrotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own ; and haring pow'r T' enforce... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 212 страници
...unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd....man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 384 страници
...unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which Earth is fill'd....man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1810 - 262 страници
...unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd....man's obdurate heart ; It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds... | |
 | William Cowper - 1810 - 404 страници
...unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which Earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It docs not feel for man; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asunder at... | |
 | William Cowper - 1811 - 228 страници
...unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain1dr My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd....man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds... | |
 | Increase Cooke - 1811 - 428 страници
...pain'd, There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. It does not feel for man. The natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax That falls asundar at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own ; and... | |
 | William Cowper - 1812 - 390 страници
...Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong.and outrage, with which Earth is fill'd. There is no flesh...man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1812 - 378 страници
...obdurate heart; Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin T' infcrce the wrong, for such a worthy cause, Not colour'd... | |
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There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. 
