 | CROWNE, Nicholas Rowe - 1720 - 342 стор.
...beat'ft thy felf to Death. Retire, I beg thee 5 л То 'To fee thee thus, thou know'ft not how ic wounds me, Thy Agonies are added to my own, And make the Burden more than'I can bearTavewel Good Angels vifit thy Affliftions, .And bring chee Peace and Comfort from above.... | |
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1736 - 90 стор.
...in its Cage, Thou beat 'ft thyfclf to Death. Retire I beg thee; D To jo The TRAGBDY of To fee thce thus, thou know'ft not how it wounds me, Thy Agonies...more than I can bear. Farewel: Good Angels vifit thy Afflictions, And bring thee Peace and Comfort from above. Alic. Oh ! ftab me to the Heart, fome pitying... | |
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1766 - 354 стор.
...Thou beats thyfelf to Death. Retire I beg thee ; To fee thee thus, thou know'ft not how it wounds mey Thy Agonies are added to my own, And make the Burden...the Heart, fome pitying Hand, Now ftrike me dead— HASTINGS. One thing I had forgot — — I charge thee by our prefent common Miferies, . . . By our... | |
 | William Jones - 1795 - 368 стор.
...all in vain, "' that tears thy bofom ; " Like a poor bird that flutters in its cage, " Thou beat'ft thyfelf to death." Retire, I beg thee ; To fee thee thus, thou know'ft not how it wounds. me ; Farewell — Good angels vifit thy afflictions, And bring thee peace and comfort from above. Alic.... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 462 стор.
...flutters in its cage, " Thou beat'st thyself to death." Retire, I beg thee; To see theethus,thou know'st not how it wounds me; Thy agonies are added to my own, And make the burthen more than I can bear. Farewell — Good angels visit thy afflictions, And bring thee peace... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 946 стор.
...flutters in its cage, Thou beatcst thyself to death. Retire, I beg thee; To see thee thus, thou knowest not how it wounds me ; Thy agonies are added to my own, And make the burthen more than I can bear. Farewell — Good angels visit thy afflictions, And bring thcc peace... | |
 | 1804 - 510 стор.
...flutters in its cage, Thou beatest thyself to death. Betire, I beg thee; To see thee thus, thou knowest not how it wounds me ; Thy agonies are added to my own, And muke the burthen more than I can bear. Farewell — Good angels visit thy afflictions, And bring thee... | |
 | 1804 - 516 стор.
...its cage, Thou beatest thyself to death. Retire, I beg thee; To see thee thus, thou knowest not bow it wounds me ; Thy agonies are added to my own, And make the burthen more than I can bear. Farewell— -Good angels visit thy afflictions, And bring thee peace... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 348 стор.
...denies thee now. Hast. This rage is all in vain. Retire, I beg thee; To see thee thus, thou know'st not how it wounds me ; Thy agonies are added to my own, And make the burden more than I can bear, Farewell — Good angels visit thy afflictions, And bring thee peace and comfort from above. Alicia.... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 328 стор.
...denies thce now. Hast. This rage is all in vain. Retire, I beg thee; To see thee thus, thou know'st not how it wounds me; Thy agonies are added to my own, And make the burden more than I can bear, Farewell—Good angels visit thy afflictions, And bring thee peace and comfort from above. Alicia.... | |
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To see thee thus, thou know'st not how it wounds me; Thy agonies are added to my own, And make the burden more than I can bear. Farewell Good angels visit thy afflictions And bring thee peace and comfort from above. 
