 | CROWNE, Nicholas Rowe - 1720 - 342 стор.
...ihelterlefs, perhaps, ihe lyes, Where piercing Winds blow (harp, and the chill Rain. Drops from fome Pent-houfe on her wretched Head,, ' Drenches her Locks,...too much— Hence with her paft Offences, They are acton'd at full— Why flay we then ? . •», .•-§•-. " '*< Oh! let us hafte, my Friend, and... | |
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1736 - 90 стор.
...fhelterlefs, perhaps, fhe lies, Where piercing Winds blow fharp, and the chill Rain Drops from fome Pent-houfe on her wretched Head, Drenches her Locks,...too much — Hence with her paft Offences, They are atton'd at full— Why flay we then ? Oh ! let us hafte, my Friend, and find her out. Bell. Somewhere... | |
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1766 - 354 стор.
...fhelterlefs, perhaps, Die lies, Where piercing Winds blow fharp, and the chill Raia Drops from fome Pent-houfe on her wretched Head, Drenches her Locks,...Why ftay we then ? Oh! let us hafte, my Friend, and nnd-her out. EELLM O'U R. .Somewhere about this Quarter of the Town, I hear the poor abandon'd Creature... | |
 | John Bell - 1791 - 348 стор.
...shelterless, perhaps, she lies, Where piercing winds blow sharp, and the chill rain Drops from some pent-house on her wretched head, Drenches her locks, and kills her with the cold. It is too much Hence with her past offences, They are aton'd at full— — Why stay we, then ? Oh I let us iiaste, my friend, and... | |
 | William Jones - 1795 - 368 стор.
...fhelterlefs, perhaps, fhe lies, Where piercing winds blow fharp, and the chill rain Drops from fome pent-houfe on her wretched head, Drenches her locks,...? Oh ! let us hafte, my friend, and find her out. Bel. Somewhere about this quarter of the town, 1 hear the poor abandon'd creature lingers : Her guard,... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 462 стор.
...shelterless, perhaps, she lies, Where piercing winds blow sharp, and the chill rain Drops from some pent-house on her wretched head, Drenches her locks, and kills her with the cold. It is too much Hence with her past offences, They are aton'd at full Why stay we, then 1 Oh! let us haste, my friend, and find her... | |
 | 1797 - 462 стор.
...shelterless, perhaps, she lies, Where piercing winds blow sharp, and the chill raia Drops from some pent-house on her wretched head, Drenches her locks, and kills her with the cold. It is too much Hence with her past offences, They are aton'd at full Why stay we, then f • Oh ! let us haste, my friend, and find... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 954 стор.
...shelterless, perhaps, she lies, Where piercing winds blow sharp, and the chill rain Drops from some pent-house on her wretched head, Drenches her locks, and kills...her with the cold. It is too much — Hence with her past offences! They are atoned at full — Why stay we, then ? Oh f let us haste, my friend, and find... | |
 | 1804 - 516 стор.
...shelterless, perhaps, she lies, Where piercing winds blow sharp, and the chill rain Drops from some pent-house on her wretched head, Drenches her locks, and kills...her with the cold. It is too much — Hence with her past offences! They are atoned at full — Why stav we, then? Oh ! let us haste, my friend, and ñnd... | |
 | 1804 - 510 стор.
...ties, Where piercing winds blow sharp, and the chill min Drops from some pent-house on her wfetched head, Drenches her locks, and kills her with the cold. It is too much — Hence with her past offences! They are atoned at full — Why stay we, then? Oh ! let us haste, my friend, and fmd... | |
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Danc'd all the day before her, and at night Soft slumbers waited on her downy pillow — Now sad and shelterless, perhaps, she lies, Where piercing winds blow sharp, and the chill rain Drops from some pent-house on her wretched head, Drenches her locks,... 
