 Amour timide. If in that breast, so good, so pure, Compassion ever lov'd to dwell, Pity the sorrows I endure ; The cause — I must not, dare not tell. The grief that on my quiet preys — * That rends my heart — that checks my tongue, — I fear will...  The Monthly Review, Or, Literary Journal - Pàgina 439editat per - 1779Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1795 - 718 pàgines
...lireaft, fo good fo pure, A Coi.^jflion ever lov'd to dwell, • Pily il.e lorrows I endure : 'J he caule I muft not — dare not tell. The grief that on my quiet preys, That rcirls my heart, that check* niy tonpue, I l>ar, will laft rr.e all my dayr: — A;js 1 it cannot pain... | |
 | 1785 - 428 pàgines
...fo pure, Compaffion ever lov'd to dwell, . . Pity the forrows I endure, The caufe — Imuftnot — dare not telL . . .'• The grief that on my quiet...— That rends my heart — that checks my tongue 1 fear will laft me all my days, But feel it will not laft me long.. SONG. BY THE SAME. CEASE to blame... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1787 - 608 pàgines
...ftill be thine ; Still fhouldft thou kifs the firings where he has play'd.*1 L'AMOURTIMID E. TO ' ii TF in that breaft, fo good, fo pure, •^ Compaffion...— that checks my tongue— I fear will laft me all mf days, But feel it will not laft me long. SONG. /"^EASE to blame my melancholy, ^ Though with fighs... | |
 | 1788 - 404 pàgines
...bread, fo good, fo pure, Compaffion ever lov'd to dwell, Pity tha lorrows I endure, The caufe— I mufl not— dare not tell. The grief that on my quiet preys — That rends my heart, that checks my tongae» I fear will laft me all my days, But feel it will not laft me long. On the POWER and VIEWS... | |
 | 1788 - 522 pàgines
...ever lov'd to dwell, Pily the forrowj I endure ; — — The eaufe— »l muft not — dare not tell I The grief that on my quiet preys, That rends my heart [.-that checks my tongue : | fear will laft me all my days ; But feel it will not U(t me long, JWA Part of a very elegant POEM... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 478 pàgines
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 | Edmund Burke - 1792 - 652 pàgines
...t» a Lady a fcna months before bit death. IF in that breaft, fo good, fo pure, Compafiton ever loved to dwell, Pity the forrows I endure, The caufe I muft...grief that on my quiet preys, That rends my heart and checks my tongue, I fear will l.iil me all my days, But feel it will not laft me long. The following... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 pàgines
...Compallion ever lov'd to dwell, Pity the fofrows I endure, The caufe I muft not, dare not tell. That grief that on my quiet preys, That rends my heart, that checks my tongue, I fear will (aft me all my days, But feel it will not lift me long. § 4. $mg. .ЕДГ/C/DORSET'*. 'T'O all you... | |
 | 1802 - 650 pàgines
...written to a Lady afeui Months before his Death. IF in that breail, fo good, fo pure, Compaffionever lov'd to dwell, Pity the forrows I endure, The caufe...tell. The grief that on my quiet preys, That rends my hmrt and checks my tongue, I fear will laft me all my days, But feel it will nut lull me long. The... | |
 | Lyre - 1806 - 204 pàgines
...breast, so good, so pure, Compassion ever lov'd to dwell, Pity the sorrows I endure, The cause — I must not — dare not tell. The grief that on my quiet...rends my heart, that checks my tongue, I fear will last me all my days, But feel it will not last me long ! JOSEPS HOLDES POTT. 1779. This author, son... | |
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