 Often have these walls Echoed his footsteps, as with even tread He paced around his prison ; not to him Did Nature's fair varieties exist, He never saw the sun's delightful beams, Save when through yon high bars he pour'da sad And broken splendour.  The Beauties of England and Wales, Or, Delineations, Topographical ... - الصفحة 178بواسطة John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley, Joseph Nightingale, James Norris Brewer, John Evans, John Hodgson, Francis Charles Laird, Frederic Shoberl, John Bigland, Thomas Rees - 1810 - عدد الصفحات: 680عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | Robert Southey - 1797 - عدد الصفحات: 236
...mankind, Here Marten linger'd. Often have these walls Echoed his footsteps, as with even tread He paced around his prison : not to him Did Nature's fair varieties...He never saw the Sun's delightful beams, Save when thro' yon high bars it pour'da sad And broken splendor. Dost thou ask his crime ? He had rebell'd against... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1799 - عدد الصفحات: 226
...mankind Here Marten linger'd. Often have these walls Echoed his footsteps, as with even tread He paced around his prison : not to him Did Nature's fair varieties...He never saw the Sun's delightful beams, Save when thro' yon high bars it pour'da sad And broken splendor. Dost thou ask his crime ? He had rebell'd against... | |
 | Anti-Jacobin The - 1801 - عدد الصفحات: 276
...mankind Here MARTEN linger'd. Often have these walls Echoed his footsteps, as with even tread He paced around his prison ; not to him Did Nature's fair varieties...beams Save when through yon high bars he pour'da sad And broken splendour. Dost thou ask his crime ? He had REBELL'D AGAINST THE KING, AND SAT IN JUDGMENT... | |
 | 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 670
...mankind Here MARTEN linger'd. Often have these walls Echoed his foot-steps, as with even tread He pac'd around his prison ; not to him Did Nature's fair varieties...He never saw the Sun's delightful beams; Save when thro' yon high bars he pour'da sad And broken splendour. Dost thou ask his crime ? He had REBELL'D... | |
 | Select collection - 1806 - عدد الصفحات: 262
...mankind Here Martm Vmget'd, Often have these walls Echoed his footsteps, as with even tread He paced around his prison. Not to him Did Nature's fair varieties...He never saw the sun's delightful beams, Save when thro* yon high bars it pour'da sad And broken splendor. Dost them -ask his crime ? He had rebell'd... | |
 | Anti-Jacobin The - 1807 - عدد الصفحات: 258
...mankind Here MARTEN linger'd. Often have these walls Echoed his footsteps, as with even tread He paced around his prison ; not to him Did Nature's fair varieties...beams Save when through yon high bars he pour'da sad And broken splendour. Dost thou ask his crime ) He had REBELL'D AGAINST THE KING, AND SAT IN JUDGMENT... | |
 | 1818 - عدد الصفحات: 596
...mankind. Here Marten Hnger'd. Often Imve these walls Echoed his footsteps, as with even tread He paced around his prison : not to him Did Nature's fair varieties...He never saw the Sun's delightful beams. Save when thro' yon high bars it pour da sad And broken splendour. Dost thou ask his crime ? He had rebell'd... | |
 | Thomas Ignatius M. Forster - 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 106
...mankind Here Marten linger'd. Often have these walls Echoed his footsteps, as with even tread He paced around his prison. Not to him Did nature's fair varieties...beams, Save when through yon high bars he pour'da sad" And broken splendour. Dost thou ask his crime ? He had rebell'd against the king, and sat In judgment... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 346
...mankind Here Martin lingcr'd. Often have these walls ' Echo'd his footsteps, as with even tread He paced around his prison. Not to him Did Nature's fair varieties...beams ; Save when through yon high bars he pour'da sad And broken splendour. Dost thou ask his crime? He had rebelVd against the King, and sat In judgment... | |
 | George Gordon Byron Baron Byron, Thomas Moore - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 350
...mankind Here Martin linger'd. Often have these walla Echo'd his footsteps, as with even tread He paced around his prison. Not to him Did Nature's fair varieties exist ; He never saw the sun's delightful heams ; Save when through yon high hars he pour'da sad And hroken splendour. Dost thou ask his crime... | |
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