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" Why did you promise love to me, And not that promise keep? Why did you swear my eyes were bright, Yet leave those eyes to weep? "How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to... "
The Weekly entertainer; or agreeable and instructive repository. [Continued ... - 242. oldal
1783
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Elegant Extracts: Or, Useful and Entertaining Pieces of Poetry, Selected for ...

Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 oldal
...: Nuw dreary graves give up their dead, To haunt the faithlcfs fwuin. Bethink thee, William, of ihy fault, Thy pledge, and broken oath, And give me back my maiden vow, And give me back my troth. How could you fay my face was fair, And yet that face forfake ? How cuuld you win my virgin heart,...

Sheridan's and Henderson's Practical Method of Reading and Reciting English ...

Thomas Sheridan - 1796 - 292 oldal
...give=up»their=dead,, " To^haunt the faithlefs fwain. " Bethink thee,j William, of thy fault, "Thy pledgejand broken oath; " And give me back my maiden vow, " And give me back my troth. The two laft lines -very patXetic, which you muft alfoi ftriftly obferve for the five following verfes....

The Works of Samuel Foote, Esq. ...

Samuel Foote - 1799 - 460 oldal
...midnight, £hake thy curtains round thy guilty head, and holloa in thine ear ! Bethink thee, Toby, of thy fault, Thy pledge and broken oath ; And give...me back my maiden vow, And give me back my troth. Toby. Take it with you, Mrs Betty, whenever you pleafe. Bttfy. \Singt.~\ For this I'll haunt thy midnight...

Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray ...

Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 512 oldal
...gliofts complain; When yawning graves give up their dead, Te haunt the faithlefs fwain. VIII. Bethiuk thee, William, of thy fault, Thy pledge and broken oath ! And give me back my maiden-tow, And give me back my troth. IX Why did you promifo love to me, And not that promife keep...

Moore. Cawthorne. Collins. Dyer. Shenstone. Mallet. Akenside. Gray ...

Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 512 oldal
...coin plain; When yawning graves give up their dead, T& haunt the faithlefs fwain. VIII. Bethink thec, William, of thy fault, Thy pledge and broken oath ! And give me ba:kmy maiden-\ ov.', And give me back my troth. - IX. Why did you promife love lo me, And not that...

Tales of Wonder

Matthew Gregory Lewis - 1801 - 464 oldal
...injured ghofts complain ; *{ Now yawning graves give up their dead, " To haunt the faithlefs fwain. " Bethink thee, "William, of thy fault, " Thy pledge,..." And not that promife keep ? " Why did you fwear mine eyes were bright, " Yet leave thole eyes to weep ? " How could you fay my face was fair, ." And...

The works of the poets of Great Britain and Ireland. With prefaces ..., 7. kötet

Great Britain - 1804 - 508 oldal
...injur'd ghoib complain; When yawning yraves give up their dead, Te haunt the taithlcfs 1'wain. VIIT. Bethink thee, William, of thy fault, Thy pledge and broken oath ! And give me back my maidcn-\ow, And give me back my troth. IX. Why did you promife love to me, And not that promife keep...

Selection of Poems ...

Charles Snart - 1808 - 506 oldal
...When injur'd ghosts complain ; Now yawning graves give up their dead, To haunt the faithless swain. tf Bethink thee, William, of thy fault, Thy pledge, and...maiden vow, And give me back my troth. * Why did you promise love to me, And not that promise keep ? Why did you swear mine eyes were bright, Yet leave...

The Poetical Works of Vincent Bourne, M.A.: Consisting of ..., 1-2. kötet

Vincent Bourne - 1808 - 398 oldal
...VII. Eae tenebrce querulos manes, haec elicit hora, It tumulis reserent humida claustra suis ; VIII. Bethink thee, William, of thy fault, Thy pledge, and broken oath ; And give me back my maiden-vow, And give me back my troth. IX. How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake...

The cabinet of poetry, containing the best entire pieces in the works of the ...

Cabinet - 1808 - 524 oldal
...When injur'd ghosts complain ; When yawning graves give up their dead, To haunt the faithless swain. Bethink thee, William, of thy fault, Thy pledge and broken oath ! And give me back my maiden-vow. And give me back my troth. Why did yon promise love to me, And not that promise keep ?...




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