 | 1829 - 442 lehte
...their golden sand ;. From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's Isle ; Though ev'ry prospect pleases, And only man is vile : « tn vain with lavish kindness... | |
 | Josiah Pratt - 1829 - 536 lehte
...their golden sand, From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain. They call us to deliver Their land from Error's chain. , , 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile ; In vain with lavish kindness i... | |
 | Collection - 1829 - 628 lehte
...their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft on Ceylon's isle, Though ev'ry prospect pleases, And only man is vile ; In vain, with lavish kindness,... | |
 | 1830 - 550 lehte
...land from Error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile ; In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The Heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Shall we whose souls are lighted... | |
 | Reginald Heber - 1830 - 210 lehte
...Their land from error's chain. What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown, The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone. Can we, whose souls are lighted... | |
 | Reginald Heber - 1830 - 200 lehte
...Their land from error's chain. What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown, The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone. Can we, whose souls are lighted... | |
 | Reginald Heber (bp. of Calcutta.) - 1830 - 204 lehte
...Their land from error's chain. What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown, The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone. Can we, whose souls are lighted... | |
 | 1830 - 458 lehte
...their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle ; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile ; In vain with lavish kindness... | |
 | Lowell Mason - 1831 - 594 lehte
...from error's chain. P'l 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle — Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile? — In vain, with lavish kindness, The gifts of God are strown; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted... | |
 | Felicia Dorothea Browne Hemans, Mrs. Hemans - 1831 - 510 lehte
...land from error's chain ! What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isIc, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God ore strown, The heathen, in hia blindness, Bows down to wood and stone I Can we, whose souls are lighted... | |
| |
What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle ; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone. 
