 Tis all in vain, this rage that tears thy bosom; Like a poor bird that flutters in its cage, Thou beat'st thyself to death. 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...  The Works of Nicholas Rowe, Esq; ... - Сторінка 142автори: Nicholas Rowe - 1766 - 373 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | CROWNE, Nicholas Rowe - 1720 - 342 стор.
...how terrible it rs, To want that ^foment he denies thee now. L Hrfjp. 'Tis all in vain, this Rag« that tears thy Bofom, Like a poor Bird that flutters in its Cage, Thou beat'ft thy felf to Death. Retire, I beg thee 5 л То 'To fee thee thus, thou know'ft not how ic... | |
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1736 - 90 стор.
...purfuehimlLightningsblafthinv! Some horrid, curfed kind of Death o'ertake him, Sudden, and in the Fulnefs of his Sins ! That he may know how terrible it is, To want that Moment he denies thee now. L. Haft. 'Tis all in vain, this Rage that tears thy Bofom, Like a poor Bird that flutters in its Cage,... | |
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1766 - 354 стор.
...Lightnings blaft him! Some Some horrid, curfed kind of Death o'ertake hira» Sudden, and in the Fulnefs of his Sins ! That he may know how terrible it is, To want that Moment he d«nies thee now\ . . HASTINGS. 'Tis all in .vain, this Rage that tears thy Bofom; Like a poor Bird... | |
 | John Bell - 1791 - 348 стор.
...lightnings blast him ! " Some horrid, cursed kind of death o'ertake him, " Sudden, and in the fulness of his sins !" That he may know how terrible it is, To want that moment he denies thee now. Hast, This rage is all in vain, "that tears thy bosom; " Like a poor bird that flutters in it« cage,... | |
 | William Jones - 1795 - 368 стор.
...him ! " Some horrid, curfed kind of death o'ertake him, '' Sudden, and in the fulnefs of his fins I" That he may know how terrible it is, To want that moment he denies thee now. .Haft. This rage is all in vain, "' that tears thy bofom ; " Like a poor bird that flutters in its... | |
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1797 - 452 стор.
...lightnings bW him ! " Some horrid, cursed kind of death o'ertake him. " Sudden, and in the fulness of his sins !" That he may know how terrible it is, To want that moment he denies thee now. Hast. This rage isallin vain, " that tears thy bosor \ f IV. JANE SHGRE. 6<j Like a poor bird that... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 462 стор.
...him I 41 Some horrid, cursed kind of death o'ertake him, " Sudden, and in the fulness of his skis !" That he may know how terrible it is, To want that moment he denies thee now. " Like a poor bird that flutters in its cage, " Thou beat'st thyself to death." Retire, I beg thee;... | |
 | 1797 - 462 стор.
...Some horrid, cursed kind of death o'ertake him, " Sudden, and in the fulness of his sins 1" That lie may know how terrible it is, To want that moment he denies thee now. Hast. This rage is all in vain, "that tears thy bosom; " Like a poor bird that flutters in its cage,... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 946 стор.
...! lightnings blast him ! Some horrid, cursed kind of death o'ertake him, Sudden, and in the fulness of his sins ! That he may know how terrible it is, To want that moment be denies thee now. Hast. This rage is all in vain, that tears thy bosom ; Like a poor bird, that flutters... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 954 стор.
...horrid, cursed kind of death o'crtake him, •Sudden, and in the fulness of his sins ! That he may kjiow how terrible it is, To want that moment he denies thee now. Hast. This rage is all in \am, that tears thj bosom; Like a poor bird, that flutters in its cage, Thou... | |
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