 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 страници
...constancy was mine. For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion tonch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his .pain : Till quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn. In secret, where he died. But mine the... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1839 - 242 страници
...constancy was mine. " For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain, " Till quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1839 - 360 страници
...constancy was mine. ' For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain. ' Till quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn In secret where he died. ' But min^he... | |
 | 1840 - 378 страници
...constancy was mine ! " For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain. " Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn In secret, where he died. " But mine... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1840 - 504 страници
...constancy was mine. " For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain. " Till quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where be died. " But mine... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 398 страници
...constancy was mine. " For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain : " Till quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1841 - 548 страници
...constancy was mine. " For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain; And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain: " Till quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1842 - 446 страници
...constancy was mine. "For still I tried each fickle art. Importunate and vain; And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain: ** Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine... | |
 | Thomas Kibble Hervey - 1845 - 436 страници
...constancy was mine. " For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain. " Till quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine... | |
 | 1845 - 258 страници
...with the original. ' And' still I try'd each fickle art, Importunate and vain : And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain. Till quite dejected with my scorn He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he dy'd. But mine the... | |
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Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. 
