 | 1783 - 360 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 'twere always day.... | |
 | Apollo - 1800 - 224 pagina’s
...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 always day. With... | |
 | William Burdon - 1805 - 108 pagina’s
...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 always day. With... | |
 | Poetry - 1806 - 192 pagina’s
...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 you see ; You say...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 were always day. With heavy... | |
 | 1819 - 394 pagina’s
...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 you see, You say...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... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 pagina’s
...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 pagina’s
...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 you see ; You say...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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 418 pagina’s
...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 always day. With heavy... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 420 pagina’s
...foot, in 1619, to the Scotch poet Dnunmond, at his seat of Hawthornden, within four miles of Edinburgh. 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... | |
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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... 
