 | 1826 - 344 pagini
...unknown guilt thus haunts my spirit, And o'er me works its dark control ? Through the forests, through the meadows, Joy was wont with me to stray, While my rifle, never-failing, Made each bird and beast my prey. B When at length from chace loaded, Ere home rose... | |
 | 1834 - 480 pagini
...works its dark control ! Through the forests, through the meadows, Joy was wont with me to stray j While my rifle never failing, Made each bird and beast my prey. When, at length, with booty loaded, 'Ere home rose before my sight, Agries, smiling, came to meet me, Cloth'd in beauty's... | |
 | Victor Talking Machine Company - 1912 - 388 pagini
...hanished from my soul! What unknown grief thus haunts my spirit, And o'er me works its dark control? Thro' the forests, thro' the meadows, Joy was wont...to stray, While my rifle, never failing, Made each hird and heast my prey. When at length from chase returning, Ere home rose hefore my sight, Agnes,... | |
 | Samuel Holland Rous - 1913 - 490 pagini
...hanished from my soul ! What unknown grief thus haunts my spirit. And o'er me works its dark control? Thro' the forests, thro' the meadows, Joy was wont with me to stray, While my ri1le, never failing, Made each hird and heast my prey. When at length from chase returning, Ere home... | |
 | Samuel Holland Rous - 1915 - 588 pagini
...hanished from my soul! What unknown grief thus haunts my spirit, And o'er me works its dark control? Thro' the forests, thro' the meadows, Joy was wont...to stray, While my rifle, never failing, Made' each hird and heast my prey. When at length from chase returning, Ere home rose hefore my sight, Agnes,... | |
 | Samuel Holland Rous - 1919 - 450 pagini
...thus haunts my spirit. And o'er me works its dark control? Thro' the forests, thro' the meadows, Toy was wont with me to stray, While my rifle, never failing. Made each hird and heast my prey. When at length from chase returning. Ere home rose hefore my sight, Agnes,... | |
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E'en hope is hanished from my soul! What unknown grief thus haunts my spirit, And o'er me works its dark control? Thro' the forests, thro' the meadows, Joy was wont with me to stray, While my rifle, never failing. 