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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. "
The Works of the Rev. Dr. Edward Young - Side 157
af Edward Young - 1811
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The Complaint: Or, Night-thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality: To which ...

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...
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Poems for Young Ladies: In Three Parts. Devotional, Moral, and Entertaining

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...
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Bell's Edition, Bind 87–88

John Bell - 1796 - 470 sider
...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? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless change outwhirl'd ih human lift ?...
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Night Thoughts

Edward Young - 1798 - 432 sider
...died soon after her arrival. " 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." These lines have been universally understood of the above deaths; but this supposition can no way be...
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Night Thoughts, on Life, Death, and Immortality

Edward Young - 1802 - 416 sider
...peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? 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. O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament; Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless...
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Night Thoughts, on Life, Death, and Immortality

Edward Young - 1802 - 412 sider
...peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? 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. O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless...
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The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, Bind 2

Edward Young - 1802 - 416 sider
...peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? 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. O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless...
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The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, Bind 2

Edward Young - 1802 - 402 sider
...peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? 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. O Cynthia 1 why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless...
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The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces ..., Bind 1

Great Britain - 1804 - 716 sider
...them ?) nee'ds to be informed. Insatiate Archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice •, and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had iill'd her horn. Yet how is it possible that Mr. and Mrs. Temple and Lady Elizabeth Young could _be...
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The Poetical Works of the Rev. Dr. Edward Young: With the Life of ..., Bind 1

Edward Young - 1805 - 238 sider
...thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? 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. O Cynthia ! why so pale ? dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless...
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