 That face, alas! no more is fair; Those lips no longer red: Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death, And every charm is fled. The hungry worm my sister is; This winding-sheet I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear.  A Collection of Old Ballads ... - Сторінка 219редактори - 1725Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | David Lewis - 1726 - 346 стор.
...young witlefs Maid, Believe the flatt 'ring Tale ? XII. That Face, alas! no more is fair ; That Lip no longer red ; Dark are mine Eyes, now clos'd in Death, And ev'ry Charm is fled. XIII. The hungry Worm my Sifter is ; This Winding-fheefl wear ; And cold and weary lafts our Night,... | |
 | David Lewis - 1726 - 350 стор.
...Believe the flatt'ring Tale ? XII. That Face, alas! no more is fair; That Lip no longer red; Da r k are mine Eyes, now clos'd in Death, And ev'ry Charm is fled. XIII. The hungry Worm my Sifter is; This Winding-fheet I wear ; And cold and weary lafts our Night,... | |
 | David Mallet - 1728 - 88 стор.
...Heart, Yet leave that Heart to break ? Why did You fay my Lip was fweet, And made the Scarlet pale ? And why did I, young, witlefs Maid ! Believe the flattering Tale? That That Face, alas ! no more is Fair ; Thofe Lips no longer Red : Bark are my Eyes, now clos'd in Death,... | |
 | Allan Ramsay - 1733 - 398 стор.
...lip was fweet, And made the fcarletpale? And why did I, young witlefs maid, Believe the flatt'ring tale ? That face, alas! no more is fair ; Thefe lips no longer red : Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death, And every cnarm is fled. The hungry worm my fifter is ; This winding-flieet... | |
 | Allan Ramsay - 1750 - 492 стор.
...lip was fweet, And made the fcarlet pale ? And why did I, young witlefs maid, Believe the flatt'ring tale ? That face, alas ! no more is fair ; Thefe lips no longer red ; Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death, And every charm is fled. The hungry worm my fifter is ; This winding-meet... | |
 | Allan Ramsay - 1762 - 506 стор.
...lip was fweet,. And made the fcarlet pale ? And why did J, yoang witlefs maid, Believe the flhtt'ring tale ? That face, alas ! no more is fair ; Thefe lips no longer red ; Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death, And ev'ry charm is fled. The hungry worm my fifter is ; This winding-... | |
 | John Aikin - 1774 - 316 стор.
...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 mine eyes now clos'd in death, And ev'ry charm is fled. hungry worm my fifter is, This winding meet I wear, And cold and weary lafts our night Till that laft... | |
 | John Aikin - 1774 - 328 стор.
...why did I, young witlefc maid, Believe the 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 cv'ry charm is fled. The hungry worm my fitter is, This winding fheet I wear, And cold and weary lafts... | |
 | Blackbird - 1783 - 172 стор.
...lips were fweet, And made the fcarlet pale ? And why did I, young witlefs maid, Believe the flatt'ring tale ? That face, alas ! no more is fair, Thefe lips no longer red ; Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death ; And every charm is fled. The hungry worm my finer is ; This winding... | |
 | John Walter - 1785 - 258 стор.
...heart, Yet leave that heart to bre'ak ? Why did you fay my lip was fweet, And made the fcarlet pale ? And why did I, young witlefs maid, Believe the flattering tale ? That face, alas ! no more is fair ; Thofe lips no longer red : Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death> And every charm is fled. ' it The... | |
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