 Tis thine, alas ! eternal fcorn to prove, Nor feel one gleam of comfort warm thy heart. But, if my fair this cruel law impofe, Pleas'd, to her will I all my foul refign, To walk beneath the burden of my woes, Or fink in death, nor at my fate repine. Yet...  Poems - Side 132af Thomas Blacklock - 1756 - 236 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Thomas Blacklock - 1754 - 248 sider
...eyes fufpend, Till the laft beam fhall vibrate on my fight ; Then foar where only greater joys attend, And bear her image to eternal light. Fond man, ah...prove, Nor feel one gleam of comfort warm thy heart. But, if my fair this cruel law impofe, Pleas'd, to her will I all my foul refign, To walk beneath the... | |
 | 1781 - 512 sider
...eyes fufpend, Till the lad beam (hall vibrate on my fight ; Then foar where only greater joys attend, And bear her image to eternal light. Fond man, ah ! whither would thy fancy rove i 'Tis thine to languim in unpity'd fmart ; 'Tis thine, alas ! eternal fcorn to prove, Nor feel one... | |
 | John Bell - 1789 - 398 sider
...eyes suspend, Till the last beam shall vibrate on my sight ; Then soar where only greater joys attend, And bear her image to eternal light. Fond man, ah ! whither would thy fancy rove ? 'Tis thine to languish in unpitied smart ; 'Tis thine, alas! eternal scorn to prove, Nor feel one gleam of comfort... | |
 | 1789 - 198 sider
...eyes suspend, Till the last beam shall vibrate on my sight ; Then soar where only greater joys attend, And bear her image to eternal light. Fond man, ah ! whither would thy fancy rove i 'Tis thine to languish in unpitied smart ; 'Tis thine, alas ! eternal scorn to prove, Nor feel one... | |
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