 | James Hedderwick - 1833 - 232 pages
...and the vestment warm; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas! Nor wife,...more shall he behold; Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly winter seizes — shuts up sense — And o'er his inmost vitals, creeping... | |
 | 1835 - 254 pages
...roused from his lethargy, quickly sleeps the sleep from which there is no more waking in this world : Nor wife nor children more shall he behold, Nor friends nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly winter seizes, shuts up sense, And o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold,... | |
 | 1835 - 346 pages
...roused from his lethargy, quickly sleeps the sleep from which there is no more waking in this world : Nor wife nor children more shall he behold, Nor friends nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly winter seizes, shuts up sense, And o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold,... | |
 | 1836 - 424 pages
...and the vestment warm, lu vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, . ;. Nor friend, nor sacred home. On ev'ry nerve -*• The deadly winter seizes, shuts up sense, And o'er his... | |
 | James Thomson - 1836 - 164 pages
...and the vestment warm; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he hehold ; Nor friends, nor sacred home. On every nerve The deadly Winter seizes ; shuts up sense; And,... | |
 | John Hoppus - 1836 - 770 pages
...this dangerous chase, many a hardy adventurer has never returned, having perished on the mountains: 'Alas! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home ! On every nerve The deadly winter seizes, shuts up sense, And o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold.... | |
 | John Hoppus - 1836 - 348 pages
...this dangerous chase, many a hardy adventurer has never returned, having perished on the mountains: -Alas! Nor wife, nor children, more shall he behold, Nor friends, nor sacred home ! On every nerve The deadly winter seizes, shuts up sense, And o'er his inmost vitals creeping cold,... | |
 | John Barton Derby - 1837 - 192 pages
...until I had an opportunity, months afterwards, to write it out. Here it is! MY CHILDREN. A VISION. - Alas ! nor wife, nor children, more, shall he behold, nor friends, nor sacred home.' I MEET them! at the solemn hours, When balmy sleep hath soothed my pain ; And faithful memory restores,... | |
 | 1837 - 596 pages
...exile, and repeated the exquisite words of the poet, (which touchingly referred to his own clients,) " Nor wife — nor children more shall he behold, Nor friends — nor sacred home," in a tone and emphasis, which testified the agony of his own feelings, a deep and soul-rending sob... | |
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In vain for him the officious wife prepares The fire fair-blazing, and the vestment warm ; In vain his little children, peeping out Into the mingling storm, demand their sire, With tears of artless innocence. Alas ! Nor wife, nor children, more shall... 
