 Which the sun ripens in the Indian mine, Or the rich bosom of the ocean yields ; What was there art could make, or wealth could buy, •• Which I have left unsought to deck her beauty ? What could her king do more?  British Theatre - Сторінка 69автори: John Bell - 1791Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1766 - 354 стор.
..... SHORE. S HO R E. Oh! that Day! Thought of it inuft live for ever with me• I met her, Belltmur, when the royal Spoiler Bore her in Triumph from my widow'd Home! Within his Chariot by his Side fhe fate, And liften'd to his Talk with down ward Looks; 'Til! fudden as fhe chanc'd afide to glance,... | |
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1766 - 354 стор.
...fad Fancy. < SHORE. Oh! that Day! The Thought of it muft live for ever with me. I met her, Btllmour, when the royal Spoiler ' Bore her in Triumph from my widow'd Home ! Within his Chariot by hii Side me fate, And liften'd to his Talk with -downward Looks ; Till fudden as me chanc'd afide to... | |
 | William Jones - 1795 - 368 стор.
...that day ! The thought of it mult live for ever with me. 1 met her, Belmour, when the royal fpoiler Bore her in triumph from my widow'd home ! Within his chariot, by his fide fhe fat, And liften'd to his talk with downward looks, 'Till fudden as me chanc'd afide to glance,... | |
 | 1797 - 462 стор.
...could her king do more ? — And yet she fled. Bel. Away with that sad fancy . Dum. Oh, that day I The thought of it must live for ever with me. I met...'Till sudden as she chanc'd aside to glance, Her eyes encounter'd mine — Oh ! then my friend! Oh ! who can paint my grief and her amazement 1 As at the... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 462 стор.
...What could her king do more ? — And yet she fled. Bel. Away with that sad fancy Dum. Oh, that day I The thought of it must live for ever with me. I met...'Till sudden as she chanc'd aside to glance, Her eyes encounter'd mine — Oh ! then my friend ! Oh ! who can paint my grief and her amazement I As at the... | |
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1797 - 452 стор.
...What could her king do more i — And yet she fled. Bel. Away with that sad fancy Dum. Oh, that day ! The thought of it must live for ever with me. I met...royal spoiler Bore her in triumph from my widow'd homel Within his chariot, by his side she sat, And listen'd to his talk with downward looks, 'Till... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 946 стор.
...could her kiiiL' do more ? — And yet she fled. Bel. Away with that sad fancy Dum. Oh, that day ! The thought of it must live for ever with me. I met her, Belmour, when the roval spoiler Bore her in triumph from my widowed home ! Wilhin his chariot, by his side she set, And... | |
 | 1804 - 510 стор.
...What could her king do more r — And yet she fled. Bel. Away with that sad fancy Dum. Oh, that day ! The thought of it must live for ever with me. I met her, Behuour, when the royal spoiler Bore her in triumph from my widowed home ! Within his chariot, by his... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 954 стор.
...could her kins; do more ? — And yet she lied. Sel. Away with that sad fancy DHIH. Oh," that day ! The thought of it must live for ever with me. I met her, Hchnour, when the royal spoiler Bore her in triumph from my widowed home ! Within his chariot, by his... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 328 стор.
...deck her beauty ? What could her king do more ?—And yet she fled. buy, Bel. Away with that sad fancy The thought of it must live for ever with me. I met...she chanc'd aside to glance, Her eyes encountcr'd mine—Oh ! then, my friend ! Oh ! who can paint my grief and her amazement! As at the stroke of death,... | |
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