 | Edward Young - 1775 - 408 sider
...me? Infatiate archer! could not one fuffice? Thy fhaft flew thrice; and thrice my peace was flain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. 0 Cynthia! why fo pale? Doft thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? grieve to fee thy wheel Of ceafelefs change outwhirl'd... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1785 - 568 sider
...? Infatiate archer ! could not one fuffice ? Thy fhaft flew thrice; and thrice my peace was flain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. 0 Cynthia ! why fo pale? Doft thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to fee thy' wheel Of ceafelefs change outwhirl'd... | |
 | John Bell - 1796 - 470 sider
...mark so mean ? z10 \Vhy thy peculiar rancour wfeAk'd on me? Insatiate Archer! could not one suifke ? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thricS yon' moon had fill'd her horn. 0 Cynthia! why so pale? Dost thou lament z15 Thy wretched neighbour?... | |
 | Edward Young - 1798 - 432 sider
...from his sphere. Amidst such mighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean? 210 Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me? Insatiate...thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, e'er thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. 0 Cynthia! why so pale? Dost thou lament 215 Thy wretched... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 714 sider
...lamented, none that has read the " Night " Thoughts" (and who has not read them ?) needs to be informed. Insatiate Archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain j And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. Yet how is it possible that Mr. and Mrs. Temple... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 416 sider
...shines ; And, one day, thou shalt pluck him from his sphere. Amid such mighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar...And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 402 sider
...shines ; And, one day, thou shalt pluck him from his sphere. Amid such mighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar...And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. O Cynthia 1 why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 412 sider
...shines ; And, one day, thou shalt pluck him from his spheres Amid such mighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar...And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 416 sider
...shines ; And, one day, thou shalt pluck him from his sphere. Amid such mighty plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar...And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament; Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 420 sider
...dear Narcissa. I was walking in a place called In this celebrated poem he thus addresses Death : " Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? " Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain J " And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. These lines have been universally understood... | |
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Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. 
