 | Matthew Prior - 1858 - 508 страници
...grey-haired Celia's withered arms As mighty Lewis lay, She cried, ' If I have any charms, My dearest, let's away! For you, my love, is all my fear, Hark how the drums do rattle ; Alas, sir ! what should you do here In dreadful day of battle ? Let little Orange stay and fight, For danger 's his... | |
 | Matthew Prior - 1860 - 338 страници
...FRENCH. IN grey-hair'd Celia's wither'd arms As mighty Lewis lay, She cried, " If I have any charms, For you, my love, is all my fear, Hark how the drums do rattle ; Alas, sir ! what should you do here In dreadful day of battle ? Let little Orange stay and fight, For clanger's his... | |
 | Matthew Prior - 1866 - 350 страници
...grey-hair'd Celia's withor'd arms As mighty Lewis lay, She cried, " If I have any charms, My dearest, let's away ! For you, my love, is all my fear, Hark how the drums do rattle ; Alas, sir ! what should you do here In dreadful day of battle ? Let little Orange stay and fight, For danger's his diversion... | |
 | Old favourites, Matilda Sharpe - 1881 - 438 страници
...inconstancy, We have too much of that at sea. GREY-HAIRED C.ELIA TO LOUIS XIV. [French Song paraphrased.] " For you, my love, is all my fear ! Hark, how the drums do rattle ! Alas, Sir ! what should you do here, In dreadful day of battle ? " Let little Orange stay and fight, For danger's his... | |
 | George Saintsbury - 1891 - 314 страници
...grey-hair'd Celia's wither'd arms As mighty Lewis lay, She cry'd, ' If I have any charms, My dearest, let's away ! For you, my love, is all my fear, Hark how the drums do rattle ; Alas, sir ! what should you do here In dreadful day of battle ? Let little Orange stay and fight, For danger's his diversion... | |
 | Matthew Prior - 1907 - 442 страници
...Grey-hair'd Ctlia's wither'd Arms As mighty Lewis lay, She cry'd, if I have any Charms, My Dearest let's away. For you, my Love, is all my Fear, Hark how the Drums do Rattle : Alas, Sir ! what shou'd you do here In dreadful Day of Battle ? Let little Orange stay and ftght, For Danger's his Diversion... | |
 | W. H. Auden - 2004 - 604 страници
...grey-haired Celia's withered arms As mighty Louis lay, She cried 'If I have any charms, My dearest, let 's away ! For you, my love, is all my fear, Hark how the drums do rattle; Alas, sir ! what should you do here In dreadful day of battle ? Let little Orange stay and fight, For danger 's his... | |
 | François de Salignac de La Mothe- Fénelon - 2016 - 436 страници
...Grey-hair'd Celia's wither'd Arms As mighty Lewis lay, She cry'd, if I have any Charms, My Dearest let's away. For you, my Love, is all my Fear, Hark how the Drums do Rattle : Alas, Sir ! what shou'd you do here In dreadful Day of Battle r Let little Orange stay and fight, For Danger's his Diversion... | |
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For danger's his diversion ; The wise will think you in the right, Not to expose your person : Nor vex your thoughts how to repair The ruins of your glory ; You ought to leave so mean a care To those who pen your story. 
