 O Death, why arm with cruelty thy power, And spare the idle weed, yet lop the flower ! Why fly thy shafts in lawless error driven ! Is Virtue then no more the care of Heaven ! But peace, bold thought ! be still, my bursting heart ! We, not Eliza, felt...  A soldier's offspring; or, The sisters - Strana 171podľa Emma De Lisle - 1810Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | James Beattie - 1766 - Počet stránok 184
...with cruelty thy power, And fpare the weed, yet lop the lovely flower ! Why fly thy fhafts in lawlefs error driven ! Is Virtue then no more the care of Heaven ! •' But peace, bold thought ! be flill, my burfting heart ! We, not ELIZA, felt the fatal dart. Scaped the dark dungeon... | |
 | 1782 - Počet stránok 518
...with cruelty thy power, And fpare the weed, yet lop the lovely flow'r? Why fly thy (hafts in lawlefs error driven ? Is virtue, then, no more the care of Heaven ! But peace, bold thought! be ftill, my burfting heart! We, not Eliza, felt the fatal dart. Scap'd the dark dungeon,... | |
 | John Bell - 1789 - Počet stránok 416
...rankled soul! O Death, why arm with cruelty thy power, And spare the idle weed, yet lop the flower I Why fly thy shafts in lawless error driven ! Is Virtue then no more the care of Heaven I But peace, bold thought ! be still, my bursting heart ! We, not ELIZA, felt the fatal dart. _^ Jo... | |
 | John Adams - 1789 - Počet stránok 376
...with cruelty thy power, And fpare the idle weed, yet lop the flower ? Why fly thy mafts in lawlefs error driven ? Is Virtue then no more the care of Heaven ? But peace, bold thought! be ftill, my burfting heart! We, not Eliza, felt the fatal dart. Efcap'd the dungeon... | |
 | Johann Joachim Eschenburg - 1789 - Počet stránok 454
...with cruelty thy power, And /pare the idle weed, yet lop the flower! Why r!y thy f hafts in lawlels error driven; Is Virtue then no more the care of Heaven! — But peace, bold thought! be ftill my burfting heart ! We, not Eliza, felt the fatal dart. Scaped the dark dungeon... | |
 | James Beattie - 1797 - Počet stránok 150
...mute the voice, whose pleasing accents stole, Infusing balm, into-the rankled soul! O Death, why arrfl with cruelty thy power, And spare the idle weed, yet...Virtue then no more the care of Heaven ! But peace, bold thought! he still my bursting heart! We, not ELIZA, felt the fatal dart. Scaped the dark dungeon... | |
 | James Beattie - 1802 - Počet stránok 152
...that shed ! And mute the voice, whose pleasing accents stole, Infusing balm, into the rankled soul ! O Death, why arm with cruelty thy power, And spare the...Virtue then no more the care of Heaven ! But peace, bold thought! be still, my bursting heart! We, not ELIZA, felt the fatal dart. Escaped the dungeon... | |
 | James Beattie - 1803 - Počet stránok 190
...that shed ! And mute the voice, whose pleasing accents stole, Infusing balm into the glowing soul ! O Death ! why arm with cruelty thy power, And spare...Virtue, then, no more the care of Heaven ? But peace, bold thought ! be still my bursting heart ! We, not ELIZA, felt the fatal dart. Scaped the dark dungeon,... | |
 | James Beattie, Alexander Chalmers - 1805 - Počet stránok 190
...that shed i And mute the voice, whose pleasing accents stole, Infusing balm, into the rankled soul ! O Death, why arm with cruelty thy power, And spare the...Virtue then no more the care of Heaven ! But peace, bold thought ! be still, my bursting heart ! We, not ELIZA, felt the fatal dart. Escap'd the dungeon,... | |
 | James Beattie, Thomas Gray - 1809 - Počet stránok 408
...that shed! A.ad mute the voice, whose pleasing accents stole, Infusing balm, into the rankled soul'l O Death, why arm with cruelty thy power, And spare the...driven ! Is Virtue then no more the care of Heaven 1 But peace, bold thought! be still, my bursting heart i "We, not EtiZA,.felt the fatal dart. Escap'd... | |
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