 | 1886 - 564 Seiten
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 | Henry Davenport Northrop - 1888 - 712 Seiten
...stray : Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way. My father lived beside the Tyne, A wealthy lord was he ; And all his wealth was mark'd...He had but only me. To win me from his tender arms, Unnumber'd suitors came ; Who praised me for imputed charms. And felt, or feign'«', a flame. Each... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1887 - 254 Seiten
...Who seeks for rest, but finds despair 100 Companion of her way. ' My father liv'd beside the Tyne, A wealthy lord was he; And all his wealth was mark'd as mine. He had but only me. 1 05 ' To win me from his tender arms Unnumber'd suitors came; Who prais'd me for imputed charms, And... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1887 - 246 Seiten
...of her way. " My father lived beside the Tyne, A wealthy lord was he : And all his wealth was marked as mine, He had but only me. " To win me from his tender arms, Unnumbered suitors came ; Who praised me for imputed charms, And felt or feigned a flame. " Each hour... | |
 | 1992 - 750 Seiten
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 | Sir Alfred Comyn Lyall - 1894 - 930 Seiten
...flatter'd charms, My wealth perhaps their aim." — fint edilvm. " My father liv'd beside the Tync, A wealthy lord was he ; And all his wealth was mark'd as mine ; He had but only me. xxrri. " To win me from his tender arms, UTinumber'd suitors came ; Who prais'd me for imputed charms,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1894 - 112 Seiten
...Who seeks for rest, but finds despair 100 Companion of her way. " My father liv'd beside the Tyne, A wealthy lord was he, And all his wealth was mark'd as mine; He had but only me. 80. That is, the turtle-dove's. io5 " To win me from his tender arms, Unnumber'd suitors came ; Who... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1895 - 280 Seiten
...stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way. "My father liv'd beside the Tyne, A wealthy lord was he ; And all his wealth was mark'd...had but only me. " To win me from his tender arms, Unnumber'd suitors came ; Who prais'd me for imputed charms, And felt or feign'da flame. " Each hour... | |
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But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray ; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way. 
