 | Sarah Burdett - 1839 - 98 σελίδες
...places of the earth are full of the habitations of cruelty."— PSALM, Ixxiv. 20. " My soul is pained with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled." " Cry aloud thou that sittest in the dust ! Cry to the proud, the cruel, and unjust." —... | |
 | 1840 - 364 σελίδες
...and let the streamers float Upon the wanton breezes. * * + * * * * My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart j It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1841 - 240 σελίδες
...unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, 5 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 does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1842 - 162 σελίδες
...unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, 5 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 does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd,... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1843 - 222 σελίδες
...successful war, . Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report _ L Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart ; It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd,... | |
 | Henry Gardiner Adams - 1844 - 200 σελίδες
...deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled ; There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of... | |
 | Henry Gardiner Adams - 1844 - 206 σελίδες
...deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick, with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled ; There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of... | |
 | William Cowper - 1898 - 330 σελίδες
...Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, 5 My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1898 - 586 σελίδες
...deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart — It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of... | |
 | John Clark Ridpath - 1899 - 544 σελίδες
...deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart — It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of... | |
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Of brotherhood 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... 
