 But when of morn and eve the star beholds me on my knee, I feel, though thou art distant far, thy prayers ascend for me.  Poems - Page 68by Reginald Heber - 1830 - 192 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1828
...But miss thy kind approving eye, thy meek attentive ear. But when of morn and eve the star beholds me on my knee, I feel, though thou art distant far, thy prayers ascend for me. Then on ? then on 1 where duty leads, my course be onward still, O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, o'er bleak Almorah's... | |
 | 1828 - 732 pages
...Tby meek attentive ear. But when of morn and eve the star Beholds me on my knee, I feel, tho' them art -distant far, Thy prayers ascend for me. Then...Almorah's hill. That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates, Nor wild Malwah detain, For sweet the bliss us both awaits, By yonder western main. Thy bowers, Bombay,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 608 pages
...But miss thy kind approving eye, thy meek attentive ear. But when of morn and eve the star beholds me on my knee, I feel, though thou art distant far, thy...on ! where duty leads, my course be onward still. O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, o'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,... | |
 | James Silk Buckingham - 1828 - 628 pages
...But miss thy kmd approving eye, Thy meek attentive ear. But when of morn and eve the star Beholds me on my knee, I feel, though thou art distant far, Thy...on ! where duty leads, My course be onward still, O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, O'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,... | |
 | Reginald Heber - 1828 - 564 pages
...But miss thy kind approving eye, Thy meek attentive ear. But when of morn and eve the star Beholds me on my knee, I feel, though thou art distant far, Thy...on ! where duty leads, My course be onward still, O'er broad Hindostan's sultry mead, O'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 608 pages
...But miss thy kind approving eye, thy meek attentive ear. But when of morn and eve the star beholds me on my knee, I feel, though thou art distant far, thy...on ! where duty leads, my course be onward still, O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, o'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1828 - 626 pages
...But miss thy kind approving eye, thy meek attentive ear. But when of morn and eve the star beholds me on my knee, I feel, though thou art distant far, thy...on ! where duty leads, my course be onward still, | O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, o'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,... | |
 | 1828 - 608 pages
...miss thy kind, approving eye, Thy meek, attentive ear. But when of morn and eve the star Beholds me on my knee, I feel, though thou art distant far, Thy...on ! where duty leads, My course be onward still, O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, O'er bleak Almorali's hill. That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,... | |
 | James Silk Buckingham - 1828 - 620 pages
...kind approving eye, Thy meek attentive ear. But when of mom and eve the star Beholds me on my knee, i. I feel, though thou art distant far, Thy prayers ascend...on ! where duty leads, My course be onward still, O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, O'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course, nor Delhi's kingly gates,... | |
 | 1828 - 598 pages
...But miss thy kind approving eye, thy meek attentive ear. But when of morn and eve the star beholds me on my knee, I feel, though thou art distant far, thy...ascend for me. Then on ! then on ! where duty leads, my cmir.,e be onward still, ' O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, o'er bleak Almorah's hill. That course,... | |
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