 My trufty dog — that wiftful look " Is all that makes my poor heart heave ; " But hie thee home — proclaim me dead, " Forget to think — and ceafe to grieve.  Poems - Сторінка 18автори: George Davies Harley - 1796 - 295 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | 1796 - 716 стор.
...thou boatt :',> free a breaft, Thou yet miglu'll die a death as fweet. " My trufty dog— that willful look Is all that makes my poor heart heave ; But hie...home,— proclaim me dead, Forget to think— and ccafcto grieve.'1 So faying, fhr unk the haplefs youth, Beneath the chilling grafp of death ; And,... | |
 | 1796 - 622 стор.
...diedft, poor fool, for want of food; ' I fall for fullering thee to die. ' My trufty dog— that wiftfnl look ' Is all that makes my poor heart heave : ' But...home — proclaim me dead, ' Forget to think, and ceafe to grieve.' So faying, ftirunk the haplefs youth Beneath the chilling grafp of death ; And, clafping... | |
 | 1796 - 616 стор.
...thou boaft fo free a breaft, Thou yet might'it die a death as fweet. " My trufty dog — that wiftful look Is all that makes my poor heart heave ; But hie...home, — proclaim me dead, Forget to think — and ceafe to grieve." « So faying, flirunk the haplefs youth, Beneath the chilling graip of death ; And,... | |
 | 1796 - 502 стор.
...could'ftthoiiboaftlbfreeabreaft, Thou yet might'ft die a death as fweet ' My trufty dog— that wiftful look Is all that makes my poor heart heave ; But hie thee home— pmdaim me dead, Forget to think— and ceafe to grieve.' , 8o-faying, fiirunk the haplefs youth, Beneatli... | |
 | 1799 - 422 стор.
...a breaft, I " Thou mighteft die a death fo fweet. « My trufty dog ! that wiftful look, " To ¡ill that makes my poor heart " heave , " But hie thee home ! proclaim me dead, " Forget to think, and ccafe to grieve." So faying, fhrunk the haplefs youth, Beneath the chilling grafp of death ; And clafping... | |
 | 1797 - 512 стор.
...free a bread, Thou yet might'ft die a death as Tweet. Poetry. " My trnfty dog — that wlftful look It all that makes my poor heart heave ; But hie thee home, — proclaim me dead, Forget to thinh — and ceafe to grieve." So faying, fhrunk the haplefs youth, Beneath the chilling grafp of... | |
 | British poetical miscellany - 1800 - 276 стор.
...boaft fo free a breaft, " Thou yet might'ft die a death as fweet. " My trufty dog — that wiftful look " Is all that makes my poor heart heave ; " But...home — proclaim me dead, " Forget to think — and ceafe to grieve." So faying, fhrunk the haplefs youth, Beneath the chilling grafp of death ; And, clafping... | |
 | Tobias Smollett - 1796 - 612 стор.
...boaft fo free a breaftt Thou yet might'ft die a death as fwe«. « My trufty dog — rtiat wiftfarioofc Is all that makes my poor heart heave ; •But hie thee home,' — prodairn me dead, Forget to think— and ceafe to grieve." , !. « So faying, ihrank the haplefe... | |
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