 On His Blindness When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account,...  Songs of Three Centuries - 34 psl.redagavo - 1876 - 352 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | John Milton - 1848 - 420 psl.
...these may grow A hundred fold, who, having learn'd thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe. XIX. ON HIS BLINDNESS. WHEN I consider how my light is...is death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1849 - 578 psl.
...that from these may grow A hundred-fold, who having learned thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian wo. ON HIS BLINDNESS. WHEN I consider how my light is...is death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He, returning, chide... | |
 | 1856 - 666 psl.
...submission and endurance. In either, or both ways, he solemnly resolves faithfully to adhere to duty. OS HIS BLINDNESS. " When I consider how my light is spent,...is death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though my soul were bent, To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide... | |
 | Spring flowers, S. P. - 1849 - 178 psl.
...many a thousand actions once afoot, End in one purpose, and be all well borne Without defeat. SONNET ON HIS BLINDNESS. When I consider how my light is...which is death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though iny soul more bent To serve wherewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He, returning, elude;... | |
 | Frederick Charles Cook - 1849 - 144 psl.
...or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven;...use it so, As ever in my great Task-master's eye. AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, WILLIAM SHAKSPBARE. The labour of an age in piled stones... | |
 | 1850 - 300 psl.
...all ; Rolls the swift planets in their spheres, And counts the sinner's lonely tears. MILTON'S SONNET ON HIS BLINDNESS. WHEN I consider how my light is...is death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he return and chide.... | |
 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 psl.
...certainty of waking bliss, I never heard till now. I'll speak to her, And she shall be my queen. SONNETS. ON HIS BLINDNESS When I consider how my light is spent...is death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide... | |
 | Thomas Vincent Fosbery - 1850 - 416 psl.
...can me invade, Beneath His wings' propitious shade. Submitting snnrself tofiollji unto &(s to tfl. ON HIS BLINDNESS. WHEN I consider how my light is...is death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He, returning, chide,... | |
 | Christian poets - 1851 - 470 psl.
...Judge ; who thenceforth bade thee rest, And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams. ' ON THE AUTHOR S BLINDNESS. WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere...is death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He, returning, chide... | |
 | Clara Harrington (fict.name.) - 1852 - 962 psl.
...soon or slow — It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven....use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye." " Into his hands I yield myself. If He, my great Task-Master, has assigned me my work, whether of doing... | |
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