 | Paul Blouët - 1906
...spot thy snowy mantle, or8 chymic power turn thy sceptre into iron. With thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch,...Heaven ! grant me but health, thou great Bestower of it,9 and give me but this fair goddess as my companion; and shower down10 thy mitres, if it seem good... | |
 | John Lawson Stoddard - 1910
...spot thy snowy mantle, or chemic power turn thy scepter into iron; with thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch,...from whose court thou art exiled. Gracious Heaven ! cried I, kneeling down upon the last step but one in my ascent, grant me but health, thou great Bestower... | |
 | Raymond Macdonald Alden - 1911 - 724 Seiten
...spot thy snowy mantle, or chemic power turn thy sceptre into iron. With thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch,...from whose court thou art exiled. Gracious Heaven! cried I, kneeling down upon the last step but one in my ascent, — grant me but health, thou great... | |
 | Annie Barnett, Lucy Dale - 1911 - 450 Seiten
...spot thy snowy mantle, or chemic power turn thy sceptre into iron ; with thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch,...from whose court thou art exiled. Gracious Heaven ! " cried I, kneeling down upon the last step but one in my ascent, " grant me but health, thou great... | |
 | Raymond Macdonald Alden - 1911 - 724 Seiten
...spot thy snowy mantle, or chemic power turn thy sceptre into iron. With thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch,...from whose court thou art exiled. Gracious Heaven ! cried I, kneeling down upon the last step but one in my ascent, — grant me but health, thou great... | |
 | Claude Moore Fuess - 1914 - 326 Seiten
...thou art exiled. Gracious Heaven ! cried I, kneeling down upon the last step but one in my ascent, grant me but health, thou great bestower of it, and...down thy mitres, if it seems good unto thy divine 10 providence, upon those heads which are aching for them. The bird in his cage pursued me into my... | |
 | William Allan Neilson - 1917
...spot thy snowy mantle, or chymic power turn thy scepter into iron— with thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch,...from whose court thou art exiled —Gracious heaven ! cried I, kneeling down upon the last step but one in my ascent, grant me but health, thou great Bestower... | |
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LIBERTY, whom all in public or in private worship, whose taste is grateful, and ever will be so, till NATURE herself shall change no tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle or... 
