 Thy reason is grown wild. Could thy weak hand Bring on this mighty ruin? If it could, What have I done so grievous to thy soul, So deadly, so beyond the reach of pardon, That nothing but my life can make atonement?  Dramatic Works - Сторінка 46автори: CROWNE, Nicholas Rowe - 1720Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1736 - 90 стор.
...And drive thee down this Precipice of Fate. [Hand "L.Haft, Thy Reafon is grown wild. Could thy weak Bring on this mighty Ruin ? If it could, What have I done fo grievons to thy Soul, So deadly, fo beyond the reach of Pardon, That nothing but my Life can make Atonement... | |
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1766 - 354 стор.
...hunt thee to the Toil, fweep thee from Earthy And drive thee down this Precipice of Fate. HASTINGS. Thy Reafon is grown wild. Could thy weak Hand Bring...reach of Pardon, That nothing but my Life can make Atonement? ALICIA. Thy cruel Scorn had ftung me to the Heart, And fet my burning Bofom all in Flames... | |
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1766 - 354 стор.
...hunt thee to the Toil, fweep thee from Earth, And drive thee down this Precipice of Fate. . HASTINGS. Thy Reafon is grown wild. Could thy weak Hand Bring on this jnighty Ruin? If it «mh), What have I done fo grievous to thy Soul, So deadly, fo beyond .the reach... | |
 | John Bell - 1791 - 348 стор.
...to the toil, sweep thee from earth, . And drive thee down this precipice of fate. Hast. Thy reason is grown wild. Could thy weak hand Bring on this mighty ruin ? If it could, What have I done so grievous to thy soul, So deadly, so beyond the reach of pardon, That nothing but my life can make... | |
 | William Jones - 1795 - 368 стор.
...Thus haunt thee to the toil, fweep thee from earth, And drive thee down this precipice of fate. Haft. Thy reafon is grown wild. Could thy weak hand Bring...\ If it could, What have I done fo grievous to thy foul, So deadly, fo beyond the reach of pardon, That nothing but my life can make atonement ? Me. Thy... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 462 стор.
...thee to the toil, sweep thee from earth, And drive thee down this precipice of fate. Hast. Thy reason is grown wild. Could thy weak hand Bring on this mighty ruin ? If it could, What have I done so grievous to thy soul, So deadly, so beyond the reach of pardon, That nothing but my life can make... | |
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1797 - 452 стор.
...hand (ring on this mighty ruin ? If it could, Vhat have I done so grievous to thy soul, o deadly, so beyond the reach of pardon, That nothing but my life can make attonement ? Alic. Thy cruel scorn hath stung me to the heart, ^nd set my burning bosom all in flames : laving... | |
 | 1797 - 462 стор.
...thee to the toil, sweep thee from earth, And drive thee down this precipice of fate. Hast. Thy reason is grown wild. Could thy weak hand Bring on this mighty ruin f If it could, What have I done so grievous to thy soul> So deadly, so beyond the reach of pardon,... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 954 стор.
...thee to the toil, sweep thee from earth, And drive thee down this precipice of fate. Ili>4' Thy reason is grown wild. Could thy weak hand Bring on this mighty ruin? If it could, What have I done so grievous to thy soul, •So deadly, so beyond the reach of pardon, That nothing but my life can... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 946 стор.
...thee to the toil, sweep thcc from earth, And drive thee down this precipice of fate. Hfist. Thy reason is grown wild. Could thy weak hand Bring on this mighty ruin ? If it could, What have I done so grievous to thy soul, So deadly, so beyond the reach of pardon, That nothing but my life can make... | |
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