 | Robert Dodsley - 1755 - 348 стор.
...fill the .band, That numbs the foul with icy hand, And flow-confuming age. To each his fuff 'rings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, The tender for another's pain ; 'Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why mould they know their fate I Since forrow never comes too late, And happinefs... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1758 - 344 стор.
...fill the band, That numbs the foul with icy hand, And flow-confuming age. To each his fuff'rings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, The tender for another's pain ; 'Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why mould they know their fate ! Since forrow never comes too late, And happinefs... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1765 - 410 стор.
...fill the band, That numbs the foul with icy hand, And flow-confuming age. To each his fuff'rings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, ' The tender for another's pain ; Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why fhould they know their fate I Since forrow never comes too late, And happinefs... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1768 - 140 стор.
...band, That numbs the fcul with icy hand, » I And flow-confuming Age, K • To each his fuff'rings : all are men, ' •' Condemn'd alike to groan ; ••> The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah* ! why fhould they know their fate ? Since forrow never comes too late, And happinefs... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1768 - 200 стор.
...fill the band, That numbs the foul, with icy hand, And flow-confuming Age. To each his luff' rings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, The tender for another's pain j Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, Yet, ah ! why fhould they know their fate ? Since forrow never comes... | |
 | Thomas Gray - 1778 - 182 стор.
...fill the band, That numbs the foul with icy hand, And flow-confuming Age. To each his fuff'rings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain ; Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why fhould they know their fate | Since forrow never comes too late, And happinefs... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 456 стор.
...fill the band, That numbs the foul with icy hand, And flow-confuming Age. To each his fufferings i all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. * — Madnefs laughing in his ireful mood. Dryden's Fable of Palamon and Arcite, Yet ah !... | |
 | 1780 - 226 стор.
...labouring finew drains; That numbs the foul with icy hand; And flow-confuming age. To each his fuff'rings: all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why fhould they know their fate? Since forrownever comes <oo late, And happinefs... | |
 | 1782 - 370 стор.
...band, That numbs the foul with icy hand, And flow-confuming age. To each his fufPrings : all are rnen, Condemn'd alike to groan, The tender for another's pain ; Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why fhould they know their fate ! Since forrow never comes too late, , And happioefs... | |
 | 1782 - 516 стор.
...band, That numbs the foul with icy hand, And flow-confuming Age. To each his fufPrings : all are met);, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th" unfeeling for his own. Vet, ah! why ftiould they know their fate ; Since forrow never comes too late, And happinefs... | |
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Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah ! why should they know their fate ? Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise. 
