 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 ... - Page 178by John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley, Joseph Nightingale, James Norris Brewer, John Evans, John Hodgson, Francis Charles Laird, Frederic Shoberl, John Bigland, Thomas Rees - 1810 - 680 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Robert Southey - English poetry - 1797 - 236 pages
...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 - Botany Bay (N.S.W.) - 1799 - 226 pages
...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 - 276 pages
...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... | |
 | Europe - 1803 - 670 pages
...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 - Epitaphs - 1806 - 262 pages
...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 - 258 pages
...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... | |
 | English literature - 1818 - 596 pages
...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 - 106 pages
...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 - Poets, English - 1832 - 346 pages
...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 - 350 pages
...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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