 | 1788 - 642 страници
...time, Beftriewr'd the boy like him to wafte, And wither in their prime. Bat will he ne'er return, whofe tongue Could tune the rural lay ? . . , Ah, no ! his bell of peace i> rang, His lips are cold as clay. My friend, my patron, and my humble boaft; One who, with foft'ring... | |
 | 1789 - 640 страници
...JJeftrew'd the boy like him to w^fte, And wither in their prime. But will he ne'er return, whoie tongua Could tune the rural lay ? Ah, no ! his bell of peace is rung, H. • lips are cold .. clay. .'•.V» dt'.ltrh Taw cbari ta REFLECTION. HoR. tapitii ? SEDATE Reflexion... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 972 страници
...time, Beftrew'd the boy like him to wafte, And wither in their prime. But will he ne'er return, whofe tongue Could tune the rural lay? Ah, no ! his bell of peace is rung, His lips are cold as clay. They bore him out at twilight hour, The youth who lov'd fo well : Ah me ! how many a true-love mower... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 512 страници
...time, Beftrew'd the boy, like him to wafte, And wither in their prime. But will he ne'er return, whofe tongue Could tune the rural lay ? Ah, no ! his bell of peace is rung, His lips are cold. as clay. They bore him out at twilight hour, The youth who lov'd fo well : Ah me ! how many a true-love mower... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 512 страници
...wafte, And wither in tiu'i prime. But will he ne'er return, whofe tongue Could tune the rural by ? Ah, no ! his bell of peace is rung, His lips are cold as clay. • They bore him out at twilicht hour, The youth who lov'd fo well : Ah me ! how many a true-love... | |
 | Great Britain - 1804 - 508 страници
...time., Beftrew'd the boy, like him to warte, And wither in their prime. But will lie ne'er return, whofe tongue Could tune the rural lay ? Ah, no ! his bell of peace is rung, His lips are cold as clay. They tore him out at twilight hour, The youth who lov'd lo well : Ah me! how many a true-love fhowcr... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 554 страници
...plac'd, Which, pluck'd before their time, Bestrew'd the boy, like him to waste And wither in their prime. But will he ne'er return, whose tongue Could tune...bell of peace is rung, His lips are cold as clay. They bore him out at twilight hour, The youth who lov'd so well : Ah me ! how many a true-love shower... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 556 страници
...boy, like him to wasle And wither in Iheir prime. Bui will he ne'er relurn, whose tongue Could lune the rural lay ? Ah, no ! his bell of peace is rung, His lips are cold as clay. They bore him oui al twilight hour, The youth who lov'd so well < Ah me ! how many a true-love shower... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 270 страници
...Which, pluck'd before their time, Bestrew'd the boy, like him to waste, And wither in their prime. But will he ne'er return, whose tongue Could tune...bell of peace is rung, His lips are cold as clay. They bore him out at twilight hour, The youth who loved so well : Ah me ! how many a true-love shower... | |
 | William Collins - 1827 - 234 страници
...Which, pluck'd before their time, 10 Bestrew'd the boy, like him to waste And wither in their prime. But will he ne'er return, whose tongue Could tune...the rural lay ? Ah, no ! his bell of peace is rung, 15 His lips are cold as clay. VARIATION. Ver. 2. Some copies read ; Ye lowland hamlets moan; They bore... | |
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Bestrew'd the boy like him to waste, And wither in their prime. But will he ne'er return, whose tongue Could tune the rural lay ? Ah, no ! his bell of peace is rung, His lips are cold as clay. 
