 Difpels the cloud, with melancholy fraught, That abfence throws upon her tender thought. Bleft be the pencil ! whofe enchantment gives To wounded Love the food on which he lives. Rich in this gift, tho...  Rosina: A Novel ... - Strana 65podľa Mrs. Pilkington (Mary) - 1793Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Edmund Burke - 1778 - Počet stránok 762
...hour, Difpels the cloud, with melancholy fraught, " . That abfence throws upon her tender thought.' Bleft be the pencil ! whofe enchantment gives To wounded Love the food oft which he lives: Rich in thrs gift tho' cruel ocean bear The yonth to exile from his faithful fair,... | |
 | William Hayley - 1781 - Počet stránok 418
...hour, 115 Difpels the cloud, with melancholy fraught, That abfence throws upon her tender thought. Bleft be the pencil ! whofe enchantment gives To wounded Love the food on which he lives. • • Ver. 100. See NOTE II. t Ver. 108. See NOTE III. Rich in this gift, tho' cruel ocean bear 120... | |
 | William Hayley - 1785 - Počet stránok 222
...hour, 115 Difpels the cloud, with melancholy fraught, That abfence throws upon her tender thought. Bleft be the pencil ! whofe enchantment gives To wounded Love the food on which he lives. Rich in this gift, tho* cruel ocean bear J20 The youth to exile from his faithful fair, He in fond... | |
 | William Hayley - 1785 - Počet stránok 358
...Difpels the cloud, with melancholy fraught, That abfence throws upon her tender thought. Bleft be die pencil ! whofe enchantment gives To wounded Love the food on which he lives. * Ver. 10°. See NO TE II. t Ver. 1°8. See NOTE III. Rich in this gift, tho' cruel ocean bear UO The... | |
 | Johann Joachim Eschenaburg - 1789 - Počet stránok 484
...hour, >, Dispels the cloud, with melancholy fraught, Tliat abfence throws upon her tender thought. Bleft be the pencil ! whofe enchantment gives To wounded Love the food on which he lives. Kieh in this gift, tho' cruel ocean bear The youth to exile from his faithful fair, He in fond dreams... | |
 | 1800 - Počet stránok 694
...penfive hour, Difpels the cloud, with melancholy fraught, That abfence throws upon her tender thought. Bleft be the pencil ! whofe enchantment gives To wounded Love the food on which he lives. Rich in this gift, tho' cruel ocean bear The youth to exile from his faithful fair, He in fond dreams... | |
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