 | John Lawson (of Calcutta.) - Religious poetry, English - 1825 - 144 pages
...I heard My sons (who also were confined with me) Cry in their troubled sleep, and ask for bread : 0 you are cruel if you do not weep Thinking on that,...divin'd ; if this provoke not tears, At what are you accustomed to weep ? The hour was come, when food should have been brought, Instead of that, O God... | |
 | Dante Alighieri - 1902 - 268 pages
...speak tho' Tears flow faster than my Words. Soon as my broken Slumbers fled, I heard My Sons (who also were confin'd with me) Cry in their troubled Sleep,...are Cruel if you do not weep Thinking on that which you now well perceive My Heart divin'd ; If this provoke not Tears At what are you accustomed to weep?"... | |
 | Dante Alighieri - 1902 - 272 pages
...flow faster than my Words. Soon as my broken Slumbers fled, I heard My Sons (who also were confirid with me) Cry in their troubled Sleep, and ask for...are Cruel if you do not weep Thinking on that which you now well perceive My Heart divin'd ; If this provoke not Tears At what are you accustomed to weep?"... | |
 | Paget Jackson Toynbee - Comparative literature - 1909 - 784 pages
...tore their Bowels with remorseless Teeth. Soon as my broken Slumbers fled, I heard My Sons (who also were confin'd with me) Cry in their troubled Sleep, and ask for Bread : 0 you are Cruel if you do not weep Thinking on that, which now you well perceive My Heart divin'd... | |
 | James Fenton - Art - 2000 - 337 pages
...bowels with remorseless teeth. Soon as my broken slumbers fled, I heard My sons (who also were confm'd with me) Cry in their troubled sleep, and ask for...divin'd; if this provoke not tears At what are you accustomed to weep? 79 The hour was come when food should have been brought, Instead of that, O God!... | |
 | France - 1964 - 970 pages
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My sons (who also were confm'd with me) Cry in their troubled sleep, and ask for bread: O you are cruel if you do not weep Thinking on that, which now you well perceive My heart divin'd; if this provoke not tears At what are you accustomed to weep? 