 Tis thine, alas ! eternal fcorn to prove, Nor feel one gleam of comfort warm thy heart. But, if my fair this cruel law impofe, Pleas'd, to her will I all my foul refign, To walk beneath the burden of my woes, Or fink in death, nor at my fate repine. Yet...  Poems - Seite 132von Thomas Blacklock - 1756 - 236 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Thomas Blacklock - 1754 - 248 Seiten
...eyes fufpend, Till the laft beam fhall vibrate on my fight ; Then foar where only greater joys attend, And bear her image to eternal light. Fond man, ah...prove, Nor feel one gleam of comfort warm thy heart. But, if my fair this cruel law impofe, Pleas'd, to her will I all my foul refign, To walk beneath the... | |
 | 1781 - 512 Seiten
...eyes fufpend, Till the lad beam (hall vibrate on my fight ; Then foar where only greater joys attend, And bear her image to eternal light. Fond man, ah ! whither would thy fancy rove i 'Tis thine to languim in unpity'd fmart ; 'Tis thine, alas ! eternal fcorn to prove, Nor feel one... | |
 | John Bell - 1789 - 398 Seiten
...eyes suspend, Till the last beam shall vibrate on my sight ; Then soar where only greater joys attend, And bear her image to eternal light. Fond man, ah ! whither would thy fancy rove ? 'Tis thine to languish in unpitied smart ; 'Tis thine, alas! eternal scorn to prove, Nor feel one gleam of comfort... | |
 | 1789 - 198 Seiten
...eyes suspend, Till the last beam shall vibrate on my sight ; Then soar where only greater joys attend, And bear her image to eternal light. Fond man, ah ! whither would thy fancy rove i 'Tis thine to languish in unpitied smart ; 'Tis thine, alas ! eternal scorn to prove, Nor feel one... | |
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