| 1714 - 528 стор.
...Calm, and gives the Bofom Peace. Blac. Cres:. 0 that my Tongue had ev'ry Grace of Speech, Great arid commanding as the Breath of Kings ; Sweet as the Poets Numbers, and prevailing As foft Perfualion «oa Love-fick Maid ! That I had Art and Eloquence divine ! Rowe J. Shore. 1 . His... | |
| CROWNE, Nicholas Rowe - 1720 - 342 стор.
...purfue it, And make him yield Obedience to my Will. Doit — or woe upon thy Harlot's Head. jf. Я». Oh that my Tongue had ev'ry Grace of Speech, Great...Kings, Sweet as the Poets Numbers, and prevailing As fof t Perfwafion to a Love-fick Maid ; That I had Art and Eloquence Divine ! To pay my Duty to my Mailer's... | |
| Nicholas Rowe - 1736 - 90 стор.
...Neck, And play your Monkey Gambols o'er to him 1 ; / .You know my Purpofe, look that you purfueiti And make him yield Obedience to my Will, .! Do it — or woe upon thy Harlot's Head. . .: J.Sb.Oh that my Tongue had every Grace of Spmh, Great and commanding as the Breath of Kings, Sweet... | |
| Nicholas Rowe - 1766 - 354 стор.
...Neck, And play your Monkey Gambols o'er to him : You know my Purpofe, look that you purfue it, Arid make him yield Obedience to my Will. Do it or woe upon thy Harlot's Head. JANE S HO RE. Oh that my Tongue had ev'ry Grace of Speech, Great and commanding as the Breath of Kings.... | |
| 1783 - 568 стор.
...Siddons, notwithfcinding all his thttats, while ihe fays Oh ! that my tongue had every grace of fpeech, Great and commanding as the breath of kings ; Sweet as the poets numbers and prevailing As (oft perfuaiion to a loveuck rnaid, That I had art and eloquence divine, To pay roy duty to my mailer's... | |
| John Bell - 1791 - 348 стор.
...on his neck, And play your monkey gambols o'er to him. You know my purpose, look that you pursue it, And make him yield obedience to my will. Do it — or woe upon thy harlot's head. J. Sh. Oh, that my tongue had ev'ry grace of speeclij Great and commanding as the breath of kings,... | |
| Mr. Cresswick - 1792 - 452 стор.
...foolery ; Your dainty, fqueamifh coying it to me. You know my purpofe, look that you purfiie ltr / nd make him yield obedience to my will, Do it or woe upon thy harlot's head. J. Sh. Oh that my tongue had cv'ry grace o£ fpeech, Great and commanding as the breath of kings, Sweet... | |
| William Jones - 1795 - 368 стор.
...on his neck, And play your monkey gambols o'er to him. You know my purpofe, look that you purfue it, And make him yield obedience to my will. Do it — or woe upon thy harlot's head. J. Sh. Oh, that my tongue had ev'ry grace of " Sweet as the poet's numbers, and prevailing " As loft... | |
| 1797 - 462 стор.
...on his neck, And play your monkey gambols o'er to him. You know my purpose, look that you pursue itj And make him yield obedience to my will. Do it — or woe upon thy harlot's head, J. SA. Oh, that my tongue had ev'ry grace of speech, Great and commanding as the breath of kings, "... | |
| Nicholas Rowe - 1797 - 452 стор.
...on his neck, And play your monkey gambols o'er to him. you know my purpose, look that you pursue it, And make him yield obedience to my will. Do it — or woe upon thy harlot's head. J. Sh. Oh, that my tongue had ev'ry grace of speech, 3reat and commanding as the breath of kings, '... | |
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