 | Robert Dodsley - 1755 - 348 oldal
.../FI, i A has undone me ; And yet I'll fwear I can't tell how .The pleafing plague ftole on me, II. .Tis not her face that love creates, For there no graces revel ; ,'Tis not her fhape, for there the fatct Have rather been uncivil. III. ,Tis not her air, for fare in that There's... | |
 | 1746 - 734 oldal
...it now, And (>•',•,: hat undone me ; And yet I fwear, 1 can't tell how, The pleating plague dole on me. *Tis not her face that love creates, For there no graces revel ; 'Tis not her fhape, for fure in that The fates have been uncivil. *Tis not her air, for fure in that There's nothing... | |
 | 1781 - 384 oldal
...feel it now, And Celia has undone me ; And yet, I'll fwear, I can't tell how The pleating plague dole on me. *Tis not her face that love creates, For there no graces revel; 'Tis not her lhape, for there the fates Have rather been uncivil. 'Tis not her air, for fure in that There's nothing... | |
 | 1794 - 428 oldal
...has undone me ; 'Tis not her face which love creates, For there no graces revel : 'Tis not her fhape, for there the fates Have rather been uncivil. 'Tis not her air, for fure in that There's nothing more than common ; And all her fenfe is only chat, Like any other woman.... | |
 | John Aikin - 1810 - 386 oldal
...JE NE SCAIS QUOI. [WHITEHEAD.] IE s, I'm in love, I feel it now, And Celia has undone me ; But yet I swear I can't tell how The pleasing plague stole on...love creates, For there no graces revel ; Tis not her air, for sure in that There's nothing more than common ; And all her sense is only chat Like any other... | |
 | John Aikin - 1810 - 330 oldal
...'T is all that heaven allows. YES, I'm in love, I feel it now, And CELIA has undone me ; But yet I swear I can't tell how • The pleasing plague stole on me. 'Tis not her face that love creates, ROCHESTER. For there no Graces revel ; 'Tis not her shape, for there the Fates Have rather been uncivil.... | |
 | John Aikin, Robert Harding Evans - 1810 - 508 oldal
...YE s, I'm in love, I feel it now, And Celia has undone me ; But yet I swear I can't tell how 'i he pleasing plague stole on me. 'Tis not her face that love creates, For there no graces revel ; not her shape, for there the fates Have rather been uncivil. \ Tis not her air, for sure in that... | |
 | John Aikin - 1810 - 414 oldal
...now, And Celia has undone me ; But yet I swear I can't tell how The pleasing plague stole on me. f \ 'Tis not her face that love creates, For there no graces revel ; Tis not her air, for sure in that There's nothing more than common ; And all her sense is only chat Like any other... | |
 | 1826 - 240 oldal
...QUOf. Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now, And Celia has undone me; And \et, I swear, I can't tell how TMe pleasing plague stole on me. 'Tis not her face that...no graces revel; 'Tis not her shape, for there the fatesHave rather been uncivil. 'Tis not her air, for sure in that There's nothing more than common;... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1825 - 324 oldal
...Cumberland, in Palestine one almost considers them as brethren." > CHAPTER HI. *Tis not her sense ; for sure, in that There's nothing more than common ; And all her wit is only chat Like any other woman. Song. ' f ~ THE high-born Berengaria, daughter of Sanchez, King... | |
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Tis not her air, for sure in that There's nothing more than common ; And all her sense is only chat, Like any other woman. Her voice, her touch, might give th' alarm, 'Twas both perhaps — or neither : In short, 'twas that provoking charm Of Celia all... 
