 | Edward Young - 1750 - 350 oldal
...Fate ; Sweet Comfort's blafted Clufters I lament ; I tremble at the Bleflings once fo dear ; And ev'ry Pleafure pains me to the Heart. Yet why complain ? or why complain for One ? Hangs out the Sun his Luftre but for me, The jingle Man ? Are Angels all befide ? I mourn for Millions : 'Tis the... | |
 | Edward Young - 1750 - 416 oldal
...Ghofts Of my departed Joys ; a num'rous Train ! I rue the Riches of my former Fate ; Sweet Comfort's blafted Clufters I lament ; I tremble at the Bleffings once fo dear ; And ev'ry Pleafure pains me to the Heart. Yet why complain? or why complain for One ? Hangs out the Sun... | |
 | Edward Young - 1762 - 292 oldal
...ghoftfr Of my departed joys ; a num'rous train ! I rue the riches of my former fate ; Sweet comfort's blafted clufters I lament ; I tremble at the bleffings once fo dear ; And ev'ry pleafure pains me to the hearf. Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the fun... | |
 | 1770 - 268 oldal
...ghofts Of my departed joys ; a num'rous train ! I rue the riches of my former fate ; Sweet comfort's blafted clufters I lament ; I tremble at the bleffings once fo dear ; And ev'ry pleafure pains me to the heart. Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the fun... | |
 | Edward Young - 1773 - 354 oldal
...Of my departed Joys; a num'rous Train ! I rue the Riches of my former Fate; Sweet Comfort's Wafted Clufters I lament; I tremble at the Bleffings once fo dear; And ev'ry Pleafure pains me to the Heart. Yet why complain ? or why complain for One ? Hangs out the Sun... | |
 | A. Rogers - 1777 - 298 oldal
...fituation rufhes upon my view with all its horrors. " I rue the riches of my former fate; fweet comfort's blafted clufters I lament ; I tremble at the bleffings...fo dear; and every pleafure pains me to the heart." I will endeavour, for a moment, to lofe fight of the woes that encompafs me, and foften the gloom of... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 288 oldal
...the riches of my former fate ; Sweet comfort's blafted clufters I lament ; I tremble at the bleffihgs once fo dear ; And every pleafure pains me to the heart. Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? 235 Hangs out the fun his luftre but for me, Thejiat;le man ? Are angels all befide ? I mourn for... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1785 - 568 oldal
...ghofts Of my departed joys * a num'rous train ! 1 rue the riches of my former fate ; Sweet comfort's blafted clufters I lament ; I tremble at the bleffings once fo dear ; And ev'iy pleafure pains me to the heart. Yet why, complain ? or why complain for one ? Hangs out the fun... | |
 | English poets - 1790 - 280 oldal
...the riches of my former fate ; Sweet comfort's blafted clufters 1 lament ; 1 tremble at the bleflings once fo dear ; And every pleafure pains me to the heart. Yet why complain ? or why complain for one ? 235 Hangs out the fun his luftre but for me, The Jingle man ? Are angels all befide ? I mourn for... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 966 oldal
...fate ; Sweet Comfort's blaftcd cluftcrs I lament : 1 tremble at the blclttngs once fo dear ; And ev'ry 791 his luftrc but for me, The tingle man • Are angels all bcfidc ? I mourn for millions : 'tis the common... | |
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tis the common lot: In this shape or in that has Fate entail'd The mother's throes on all of woman born, Not more the children than sure heirs of pain. 
