 You say the sun shines bright ; 1 feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me 'twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless...  The Magazine of Poetry and Literary Review - 372 psl.1889Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | 1783 - 360 psl.
...tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wond'rous things you feef You fay the fun fnines bright ; I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night. • Written for, and fet by the celebrated mr. Stanley, organift of St. Andrews, Holbotn. My My day... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 psl.
...О tell your poor biiad boy ! You talk of wondrous things you fee^ You fay the fun (bines bright ; [ feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night > My day or night myfelf I make, Whene'er I Леер or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me... | |
 | Apollo - 1800 - 224 psl.
...tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wond'rous things you fee, You fay the fun fhines bright ; I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myfelf I make, Whene'er 1 fleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake, With me 'twere... | |
 | William Burdon - 1805 - 108 psl.
...fight, Oh tell a poor blind boy. You talk of wondrous things you fee ; You fay the fun fhines bright ; I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or. night myfelf I make Whene'er I fleep or play ; And could I always keep awake With me 'twere... | |
 | Poetry - 1806 - 192 psl.
...what is that tiling call'd light, Which I must ne'er enjoy ? What are the blessings of the sight ? O tell your poor blind boy ! -You talk of wondrous things...feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play, And could I always keep awake With me 't... | |
 | 1819 - 394 psl.
...what is that thing call'd light, Which I must ne'er enjoy j What are the blessings of the sight, O tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wond'rous things...him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night. My day or night myself I make, Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake, With me 'twere... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 psl.
...What are the blessings of the sight ? O tell your poor blind boy! You talk of wondrous things you sec, You say the sun shines bright ; 1 feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night f My day or night myself I make, Whene'er 1 sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake, With me 'tiverc... | |
 | Poetical monitor - 1819 - 168 psl.
...what is that thing called Light, Which I must ne'er enjoy ? What are the blessings of the sight ? 0 tell your poor blind boy ! You talk of wond'rous things...feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night P My day or night myself I make, Whene'er I sleep or play : \ And could I ever keep awake, With me... | |
 | Albert Picket - 1819 - 258 psl.
...call'd light, Which I must ne'er enjoy ? . What are the blessings of the sight ? O tell apoyrblind boy! You talk of wondrous things you see. You say...feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I inane, Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I always keep awake, With me... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 418 psl.
...is in the county of Lothian. You talk of wond'rous things you see, You say the sun shines bright ; I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night. My day or night myself I make, Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake, With me 'twere... | |
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