 | CROWNE, Nicholas Rowe - 1720 - 398 Seiten
...Hands, and wond'ring, bleft thee • By my ftrong Grief, my Heart ev'n melts within me, 1 cou'd curfe Nature, and that Tyrant, Honour, For making me thy Father, and thy Judge | Thou art my Daughter flill. Cd. For that kind Word, Thus let me fill, thus humbly to the Earth;. Weep on your Feet, and... | |
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1720 - 398 Seiten
...Hands, and wond'ring, bleft thee ; By my ftrnng Grief, my Heart cv'n melts within me I cou'd curfe Nature, and that Tyrant, Honour, For making me thy Father, and thy Judg«t Thou art my Daughter ftilf. C*l. For that kind Word, Thus let me fall, thus humbly to the Earth;... | |
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1754 - 88 Seiten
...my Hands, and wondring bleft thee ; By my ftrong Grief, my Heart ev'n melts within me, I could curfe Nature, and that Tyrant, Honour, For making me thy Father, and thy Judge ; Thou ait my Duughter ftill. Cal. For that kind Word, Thus let me fall thus humbly to the Earth ; Weep on... | |
 | John Bell - 1791 - 376 Seiten
...Calista, in your heart? Sci. Oh! when I think what pleasure I took in thee, 120 What joys thou gav'st me in thy prattling infancy, Thy sprightly wit, and...my eyes upon thee, Then, lifting up my hands, and wond'ring, blest thee ; By roy strong grief, my heart ev'n melts within me; I could curse Nature, and... | |
 | William Jones - 1795 - 446 Seiten
...gav'ft me in thy prattling infancy, Thy fprightly wit, and early blooming beauty; . How have I ftood, and fed my eyes upon thee, Then, lifting up my hands, and wond'ring, Weft thee ; By my ftrong grief, my heart ev'n melts within me ; I could curfe Nature., and... | |
 | 1797 - 462 Seiten
...Calista, in your heart ? Sci. Oh ! when I think what pleasure I took in thee, ii>.o What joys thou gav'st me in thy prattling infancy, Thy sprightly wit, and...my eyes upon thee, Then, lifting up my hands, and vvond'ring, blest thee ; By my strong grief, my heart ev'n melts within mej I could curse Nature, and... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 462 Seiten
...undone Calista, in your heart ? Sci. Oh ! when I think what pleasure I took in 120 What joys thou gav'st me in thy prattling infancy, Thy sprightly wit, and...my eyes upon thee, Then, lifting up my hands, and wond'ring, blest thee ; By my strong grief, my heart ev'n melts within me; Hij I could curse Nature,... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 946 Seiten
...Calista, in your heart ! Sri. Olí ! when I think what pleasure I took in line, What joys thou gnvest me in thy prattling infancy, Thy sprightly wit, and...curse Nature, and that tyrant, honour, For making me thv father, and thy judge ;_ Thou art my daughter still ! Cal. For that kind word, Thus let me full,... | |
 | 1804 - 510 Seiten
...undone Calista, in your heart ! Sei. Oh ! when I think what pleasure I took in thee, What joys tliou gavest me in thy prattling infancy, Thy sprightly...stood, and fed my eyes upon thee, Then, lifting up my bunds, and wondering, blest thee — . By my strong grief, my heart even melts within me; I could curse... | |
 | 1804 - 304 Seiten
...m What joys thou gav'st me in thy prattling infancy, Thy sprightly wit, and early hlooming heanty ; How have I stood, and fed my eyes upon thee, Then, lifting up my hands, and wond'ring, hlest thee; my strong grief, my heart ev'n melts within me; uld cursc nature, and that tyrant,... | |
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By my strong grief, my heart even melts within me; I could curse nature, and that tyrant honour, For making me thy father and thy judge ; Thou art my daughter still. 
