 | G. Pearch - 1775 - 340 páginas
...meditates the fong: Serenely forrowing, breathes its piteous cafe, And with its plaintive warblings faddens all the place. Forgive me, Heaven — yet — yet the tears will flow, To think how foon my fcene of blifs is paft ! My budding joys juft promifmg to blow, All nipt and wither.d by one... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 966 páginas
...the long : Serenely forrowing, breathes its piteous cafe, And with its plaintive warblings faddtns all the place. Forgive me, Heaven! --yet, yet the tears will flow, To think how (bon my fcene of blii's is pad ! My budding joys, juft promifing to blow, All nipt and wither'd by... | |
 | 1806 - 184 páginas
...rages for the plain ; Moping awhile, in sullen mood Droops the sweet mourner— hut ere long Prunes its light wings, and pecks its food, And meditates the song : Serenely sorrowing, hreathes its piteous case, And with its plaintive warhling saddens ail the place. Forgive me, Heaven... | |
 | Cuthbert Shaw, Thomas Park - 1807 - 230 páginas
...rages for the plain ; Moping awhile in sullen mood Droops the sweet mourner — but, ere long, Prunes its light wings, and pecks its food, And meditates the song : Serenely sorrowing, breathes its piteons case, And with its plaintive warbling saddens all the place. My bndding joys just promising... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 páginas
...the sweet mourner — but ere long Prunes its light wings, and pecks its food, Forgive me, Heav'n!— yet, yet the tears will flow, To think how soon my scene of bliss is past I My bndding joys, just promising to blow, All nipt and wilhrr'd by one envious blast! My hours that... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 páginas
...sullen mood Droops the sweet mourner — but ere long Prunes its light -wings, and pecks ils foud, nox warhlings saddens all tire place. Forgiveme.Hcaven, — yet, yet thctears will flow. To think how soon... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 482 páginas
...for the plain ; . ' Moping a while, in sullen mood Droops the sweet mourner— but, ere long, Prunes its light wings, and pecks its food, ...'..... . And...with its plaintive warblings saddens all the . place. • .. i •.'.' Forgive me, Heaven — yet — yet the tears will flow, To think how soon my scene.... | |
 | Harrow boy - 1821 - 192 páginas
...composure ; be firm ; be cautious." Saying this, she re-conducted him to the guests. 40 CHAPTER III. Forgive me, Heaven ! yet, yet the tears will flow...budding joys just promising to blow All nipt, and withered by one envious blast ! My hours that laughing wont to fleet away, Move heavily along. SHAW'S... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 280 páginas
...rages for the plain ; Moping a while in sullen mood Droops the sweet mourner — but, ere long, Prunes its light wings, and pecks its food, And meditates...breathes its piteous case, And with its plaintive warbling saddens all the place. Forgive me, Heaven ! yet — yet the tears will flow, To think how... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 284 páginas
...piteous case, And with its plaintive warbling saddens all the place. Forgive me, Heaven! yet—yet the tears will flow, To think how soon my scene of bliss is pass'd ! My budding joys just promising to blow, All nipp'd and wither'd by one envious blast! My hours,... | |
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Pnines its light wings, and pecks its food, And meditates the song : Serenely sorrowing, breathes its piteous case, And with its plaintive warblings saddens all the place. Forgive me, Heaven ! — yet — yet the tears will flow, To think how soon my... 
