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" Tartars seize their destin'd prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow: Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre to those charms impart? Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrow'd gloss of art? "
The Literary Magazine, and American Register - Страница 423
под редакцията на - 1805
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The Port Folio

1801
...clear as Roenabad, A bower so sweet as Mossellay. Oh! when these fair perfidious maids, Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms...robs m'y wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow; Can all our tears, can all our sighs New lustre to...

The Port Folio

1813
...glance my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow; Can all our...can all our sighs New lustre to those charms impart? Can cheeks where living roses blow, Where Nature spreads her richest die», Require the borrowed gloss...

The Port Folio

1817
...Tartars seize their destin'd prey. ' A vicite,l rtiby is a common periphrasis for wine, in the Persian In vain with love our bosoms glow; Can all our tears,...can all our sighs New lustre to those charms impart? Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where Nature spreads her richest dyes. Require the borrow'd gloss...

The Port folio, by Oliver Oldschool

...fair perfidious maids, Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms «isplay, Each glance my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their dcsyned prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow; Can all our tears, can all our sighs New lustre to...

The Pleasures of Love: Being Amatory Poems

G. W. Fitzwilliam - 1806 - 188 страници
...clear as Bocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay. c O ! when these fair perfidious maids, Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms...soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destin'd prey. Speak not of fate : — ah ! change the theme, And talk of odors, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers...

Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Том 3

Robert Southey - 1807
...clear as Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay. O ! when these fair perfidious maids, Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms...robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey, In vain with love our bosoms glow: Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre...

Selection of Poems ...

Charles Snart - 1808
...infest, Their dear destrustive charms display, Each glance my tender breast invades, And robs my wonted soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destin'd prey....can all our sighs New lustre to those charms impart f Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrow'd...

Specimens of the British poets, Том 2, Част 1

British poets - 1809
...Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay. O ! when these fair, perfidious maids. Whose eyes our secret hannts infest, Their dear destructive charms display;—...invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest; As Tartars seiae their destin'd prey, In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs,...

Essays on Song-writing: With a Collection of Such English Songs as are Most ...

John Aikin, Robert Harding Evans - 1810 - 352 страници
...clear as Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay. O when these fair, perfidious maids, Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms...all our sighs, ' New lustre to those charms impart ? Can cheeks where living roses blow, Where Nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrow'd gloss...

English Minstrelsy: Being a Selection of Fugitive Poetry from the ..., Том 1

Walter Scott - 1810 - 264 страници
...clear as Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay. O ! when these fair, perfidious maids, Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms...can all our sighs, New lustre to those charms impart ? Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrow'd...




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