 | William Cowper - 1817 - 248 oldal
...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong...man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the uat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds... | |
 | Lindley Murray - 1817 - 290 oldal
...rumor of oppre^sien andi deceit^ ' Blight never reach me more ! My ear is pain*t!, My soul is eick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with,...fill'd,. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart ; It^oes not feel for man. The nat'ral hond., Ot" brotheihooi! is sever'd, as the flnx ТЫ falls asunder... | |
 | Noah Worcester - 1817 - 312 oldal
...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. Then what is man ? And what man seeing this, And having human feelings, does not blush And hang his... | |
 | Richard Marks - 1818 - 232 oldal
...of these wretches, falsely called Christians. " There is no flesh in their obdurate hearts, They do not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood...the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire." Cold, hungry, and almost exhausted, our friends had no alternative but to proceed to the nearest town,... | |
 | William Cowper - 1819 - 306 oldal
...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and...feel for man ; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is serer'd as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin.... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 oldal
...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and...man's obdurate heart — It does not feel for man. That nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He... | |
 | Increase Cooke - 1819 - 490 oldal
...successful war, My aoul is sick with every day's report Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There...man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man. The natural bond ! >f brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 466 oldal
...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick, with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage, with which earth is h'll'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the nat'ral bond Of brotherhood... | |
 | Increase Cooke - 1819 - 426 oldal
...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 fill'd, There is no flet,h in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man. The natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd... | |
 | Charles Richson - 1820 - 98 oldal
...oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war. vMight never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and...the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own ; and having pow'r T' enforce the wrong,... | |
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There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. 
