 CYRIACK, this three years day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I...  University Library of Autobiography, Including All the Great ... - Halaman 671918Tampilan utuh - Tentang buku ini
 | British poets - 1822 - 272 halaman
...burden loads the day ; And, when God sends a cheerful hour, 'refrains. XXII. TO THE SAME. CYRI AC ! this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To...jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, Friend ! to' have lost them overplied... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 594 halaman
...and most admired of these Sonnets, that addressed to Cyriac Skiitner, on his own blindness. " Cyriac, this three years' day, these eyes, though clear, To...bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and sleer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, Friend, t' nave lost them overply'd... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1822 - 366 halaman
...the commencement of the Paradise Lost. Cyriac, this three years' day, these eyes, though clear - r To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light,...jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up, and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them over plied... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1822 - 598 halaman
...blemish or of spot, Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Bereft of light their seeing have forgot, Of sun, or moon, or star throughout the year, Or man,...jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer The conscience, Friend, t' have lost them overply'd Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ?... | |
 | 1822 - 600 halaman
...have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star throughout the year, Of man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand...jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Kight onward What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, Friend, t* have lost them overply'd... | |
 | 1822 - 592 halaman
...have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star throughout the year, Of man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand...jot Of heart or hope - but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask • The conscience, Friend, t have lost them overply'd... | |
 | John Bristed - 1822 - 524 halaman
...Send me where Thou wilt. I will endeavour to submit. Only go with me, and Thy pleasure shall be mine. I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate...jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up, and steer Right onward." In the biographical notice prefixed to Mr. Parsons's edition of the " Plea for the deity... | |
 | John Taaffe - 1822 - 574 halaman
...health — leaving him no other consolation , than that of Milton for tlie sacrifice of his eyes : Yet I argue not Against heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but .••till bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me , dost thou ask? The conscience, friend,... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 470 halaman
...same. C\RIAC, this three-years-day these eyes, though To outward view, of blemish or of spot, [clear, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to...jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dostthou ask? The conscience, Friend, to' have lost them overIn liberty's... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 406 halaman
...same. . CYRIAC, this three-years-day these eyes, though To outward view, of blemish or of spot, [clear, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to...jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dostthou ask? The conscience, Friend, to' have lost them overIn liberty's... | |
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