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" Thy patience, by no wrongs subdued, Thy gay good-humour — can they " fade ?" " Perhaps— but sorrow dims my eye : Cold turf, which I no more must view, Dear name, which I no more must sigh, A long, a last, a sad adieu... "
The Edinburgh Magazine, Or, Literary Miscellany - Страница 382
1797
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The Baviad, and Maeviad

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...mufic vie, Thy air, that every gazer took, Thy matchlefs eloquence of eye, Thy fpirits, frolickfome, as good, Thy courage, by no ills difmay'd, Thy patience, by no wrongs fubdu'd, Thy gay good-humour — Can they " fade !' Since then, while Merry, and his nurfelings die, Thrill'd * by the...

The British poetical miscellany

British poetical miscellany - 1800 - 276 страници
...mufic vie, Thy air, that ev'ry gazer took, Thy matchlefs eloquence of eye, Thy fpirits, frolickfome, as good, Thy courage, by no ills difmay'd, Thy patience, by no wrongs fubdu'd, Thy gay good-humour — Can they " fade !" THE BRITISH POETICAL MISCELLANY. LENORA. A BALLAD, FROM BURGER....

The Baviad and Mæviad. [Followed by] Proceedings on the trial of Robert ...

William Gifford - 1800 - 222 страници
..." Thy courage, by no ills dismay'd, " Thy patience by no wrongs subdu'd, " Thy gay good-humour — Can they ' fade!' " Perhaps — but sorrow dims my eye : " Cold turf, which I no more must view, " Dear name, which I no more must sigh, " A long, a last, a sad adieu !" * Thrill'd &c.—...

The British poetical miscellany

British poetical miscellany - 1805 - 262 страници
...mufic vie, Thy air, that ev'ry gazer took, Thy matchlefs eloquence of eye, Thy fpirits, frolickfome, as good, Thy courage, by no ills difmay'd, Thy patience,...wrongs fubdu'd, Thy gay good humour — Can they " fade ?" THE BRITISH POETICAL MISCELLANY. LENORA. A BALLAD, FROM BURGER. AT break of day, with frightful...

Poetical selections, consisting of the most approved pieces of our best ...

Poetical selections - 1811 - 324 страници
...as good, Thy courage by no ills dismay'd, Thy patience, by no wrong subdu'd, Thy gay good-humour — Can they fade ? Perhaps — but sorrow dims my eye: Cold turf, which I no more must view, Dear name, which 1 no more must sigh, A long, a last, a sad adieu ! THE HUNTSMAN'S DIRGE....

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...Thy spirits, frolicsome as good, Thy courage by no ills dismay'd, Thy patience by no wrongs subdued, Thy gay good humour— can they fade ? Perhaps —...but sorrow dims my eye — Cold turf which I no more must view, Dear name, which 1 no more must sigh, A long, a last, — a sad adieu ! " * " With what...

Poems on Various Subjects: Selected to Enforce the Practice of Virtue, and ...

Elizabeth Tomkins - 1817 - 276 страници
...good, , Thy courage, by no ills dismay'd, Thy patience, by no wrongs subdued, Thy gay good-humour— can they fade ! Perhaps— but sorrow dims my eye : Cold turf, which I no more must view, TO THE GENIUS OF SHAKSPEARE. BY BOWLES. O SOVEREIGN Master, who with lonely state Dost rule,...

The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., Том 1

Cabinet - 1824 - 440 страници
...good, Thy courage, by no ills dismay'd, Thy patience, by no wrongs subdued, Thy gay good-humour — can they " fade ?" Perhaps— but sorrow dims my eye : Cold turf, which I no more must view, Dear name, which I no more must sigh, A long, a last, a sad adieu !" W. GIFFORD. MAN. From...

The Spirit of the Age, Or, Contemporary Portraits, Том 2

William Hazlitt - 1825 - 438 страници
...good, Thy courage, by no ills dismay'd, Thy patience, by no wrongs subdued, Thy gay good-humour — can they " fade ?" " Perhaps— but sorrow dims my eye : Cold turf, which I no more must view, Dear name, which I no more must sigh, A long, a last, a sad adieu !" It may be said in extenuation...

The spirit of the age: or, Contemporary portraits [by William Hazlitt.].

William Hazlitt - 1825 - 440 страници
...good, Thy courage, by no ills dismay'd, Thy patience, by no wrongs subdued, Thy gay good-humour — can they " fade ?" " Perhaps — but sorrow dims my eye : Cold turf, which I no more must view, Dear name, which I no more must sigh, A long, a last, a sad adieu!" It may be said in extenuation...




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