 | Ambrose Philips - 1725 - 324 стор.
...Lip was fweet, And made the Scarlet pale 1 And why did I, young witlefs Maid, Believe the flattering Tale ? That Face alas ! no more is fair ; Thefe Lips no longer red, Dark are mine Eyes now clos'd in Death, And ev'ry Charm is fled. The hungry Worm my Sifter is ; This Winding-Sheet... | |
 | 1725 - 320 стор.
...Lip was fweet, And made the Scarlet pale 1 And why did I, young witlefs Maid, Believe the flattering Tale ? That Face alas ! no more is fair ; Thefe Lips no longer red, Dark are mine Eyes now clos'd in Death, And ev'ry Charm is fled. The hungry Worm my Sifter is ; This Winding-Sheet... | |
 | 1725 - 328 стор.
...fweet, And made the Scarlet pale 1 And why did I, young witlefs Maid, Believe the flattering Tale 1 That Face alas ! no more is fair ; Thefe Lips no longer red, Dark are mine Eyes now clos'd in Death, And ev'ry Charm is fled. The hungry Worm my Sifter is ; This Winding-Sheet... | |
 | Vincent Bourne - 1734 - 168 стор.
...bright, , Yet leave thofe Eyes to weep ? XI. How could you fay, my Lip was fweet, And made the Scarlet pale ? And why did I, young witlefs Maid, Believe the flatt'ring Tale ? - • XII. That SpeBraque difcurrunt, perjuri terror Amant ч Ut trepidum infeßent exagitentque... | |
 | 1735 - 390 стор.
...for&ke P How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break ? Why did you fay my lip was fweet, And made the fcarlet pale ? And why did I, young witlefs maid, Believe the fl*t c'ring tale ? That face, alas ! no more is fair, Tbcie lips no longer red ; Bark are ray eyes,... | |
 | David Mallet - 1759 - 228 стор.
...? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break ? XI. Why did you fay, my lip my fweet, And made the fcarlet pale ? And why did I, young witlefs maid ! Believe the flattering tale ? * 3 XII. That XII. That face, alas ! no more is fair ; Thole lips no longer red :... | |
 | 1765 - 404 стор.
...could you win my virgin heart, " Yet leave that heart to break ? 49 •' Why did you fay my lip was fweet, " And made the fcarlet pale ? " And why did I, young witlefs maid, " Believe the flattering tale i '' That face, alas ! no more is fair; 45 " Thefe lips no longer red : " Dark are... | |
 | John Aikin - 1774 - 316 стор.
...promife keep ? Why did you fwear mine eyes were bright, Yet leave thofe eyes to weep f How could you fay my lips were fweet, And made the fcarlet pale ? And...flatt'ring tale ? That face, alas ! no more is fair, Thofe lips no longer red ; Dark are mine eyes now clos'd in death, And ev'ry charm is fled. hungry... | |
 | John Aikin - 1774 - 328 стор.
...promife keep ? Why did you fwear mine eyes were bright. Yet leave thofe eyes to weep ? How could you fay my lips were fweet, And made the fcarlet pale ? And why did I, young witlefc maid, Believe the flatt'ring tale ? That face, alas ! no more is fair, Thofe lips no longer... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 362 стор.
...How could you win my virgin-heart, Yet leave that heart to break ? XJ. Why did you fay, my lip was fweet, And made the fcarlet pale ? And why did I, young witlefs maid ! Believe the flattering tale? XII. That XII. That face, alas'. no more is air Thofe lips no longer red i Dark are... | |
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And made the fcarlet pale ? * And why did I, young witlefs maid, • Believe the flatt'ring tale ! ' That face, alas ! no more is fair, ' Thofe lips no longer red ; ' Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death, 
