 | Owen Williams - 1828 - Страниц: 926
...joys thou çav'st me in tby prattling infancy, Thy sprightly wit, and early blooming beauty; lloyv have I stood and fed my eyes upon thee, Then, lifting up иг, hands and wond'ring bless'd thee ; t70 SCENE 1.] 171 For making гас thy father and thy judge;... | |
 | Owen Williams - 1828 - Страниц: 912
...Cajista, in your heart? Sei. Oh ! when I think what pleasure I- look in thee, What joys thou eav'sl vrholc country, -but ourselves, that does not take a trip to town now an ; ПОЛУ have I stood and fed my eyes upon thee, Then, lifting up my hands and wond'ring bless'd... | |
 | British theatre - 1831 - Страниц: 922
...Calista, in your heart? Sri. Oh ! when I think what pleasure I took in thee, What joys thou gav'sl me in thy prattling infancy. Thy sprightly wit, and...stood and fed my eyes upon thee. Then, lifting up my bands and wond'ring bless'd thee ; By my strong grief, my heart ev'n melts wilb170 lJ 171 For making... | |
 | Owen Williams - 1831 - Страниц: 1106
...Calista, in your 'heart? Sci. Oh ! when I think what pleasure I took in thee, What joys thou gav'st me in thy prattling infancy, Thy sprightly wit, and...stood and fed my eyes upon thee, Then, lifting up mv hands and wond'rinc bless'd thee; By my strong grief, my heart evM melts within me ; I could curse... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1841 - Страниц: 844
...tenderness For poor, undone Calista, in your heart I [ thee, Sci. Oh ! when I think what pleasure I took in What joys thou gavest me in thy prattling infancy,...upon thee, Then, lifting up my hands, and wondering, bless'd thee — By my strong grief, my heart even melts within me; I could curse Nature, and that... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1853 - Страниц: 838
...Some little dear remains of love and tenderness For poor, undone Caliste, in your heart ? Sei. Oh ! when I think what pleasure I took in thee, What joys...stood, and fed my eyes upon thee, Then, lifting up my bände, and wondering, bless'd thee — By my strong grief, my heart even melts within me ; I could... | |
 | 1854 - Страниц: 836
...N--/. Oh ! when I think what pleasure I took in thee, What joys thou gav'st me in thy prattling inThy sprightly wit, and early blooming beauty • How have I stood and fed my eyes upon the«, Then, lifting up my hands and wond ring, bless 'd thee ; By my strong grief, my heart even melts... | |
 | 1855 - Страниц: 834
...Some little dear remains of love and tenderness For poor, undone Calista, in your heart t Sei. Oh ! when I think what pleasure I took in thee, What joys...upon thee, Then, lifting up my hands, and wondering, oless'd thee — By my strong grief, my heart even melts within me; I could curse Nature, and that... | |
 | 1859 - Страниц: 828
...Calista, in your heart 1 Sci. Oh ! when I think what pleasure I took in thee, What joys thou gav'st me in thy prattling infancy, Thy sprightly wit, and...fed my eyes upon thee, Then, lifting up my hands and wond:ring, bless'd thee ; By my strong grief, my heart even melts within me; I could curse nature,... | |
 | 1859 - Страниц: 836
...thee, What joys thou gav'st me in thy prattling infancy, Thy sprightly wit, and early blooming beautv ; How have I stood and fed my eyes upon thee, Then, lifting up my hands and wond ring, bkss'a thee; By my strong grief, my heart even melts within me; I could curse nature, and... | |
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By my strong grief, my heart even melts within me; I could curse nature, and that tyrant honour, For making me thy father and thy judge ; Thou art my daughter still. 
