 | George Ellis - 1790 - 346 Seiten
...embrace my mifs; 0 blefled days, O fweet content, In paradife my time is fpent! Such thought may ftill my fancy move, So may I ever be in love! All my joys to this are folly, Nought fb fweet as melancholy. When I recount love's many frights, My fighs... | |
 | Robert Burton - 1800 - 616 Seiten
...kiss, Me thinks I now embrace my mis tri ss. 0 blessed days, О sweet content, In Paradise my time is spent. Such thoughts may still my fancy move, So may I ever be in love. All my joys to this are folly, Naught so sweet as melancholy. When I recount love's many frights, My sighs... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 454 Seiten
...ever be in love ! All my joys to this are folly, Nought so sweet as melancholy. When I recount love's many frights, My sighs and tears, my waking nights, My jealous fits ; O mine hard fate I now repent, but 'tis too late. No torment is so bad as love, So bitter to my soul can prove. All... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 488 Seiten
...I now embrace my miss ; O blessed days, O sweet content, In Paradise my time is spent! Such thought may still my fancy move, So may I ever be in love ! All my joys to this are folly, Nought so sweet as melancholy. When I recount love's many frights, My sighs... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 476 Seiten
...methinks I kiss, Methiaks I now embrace my miss : 0 blessed days, O sweet content ! In Paradise my time is spent ! Such thoughts may still my fancy move, So may I ever be in love ! All my joys to this are folly, Nought so sweet as melancholy. When I recount love's many frights, My sighs... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 474 Seiten
...ever be in love ! All my joys to this are folly, Nought so sweet as melancholy. When I recount love's many frights, My sighs and tears, my waking nights, My jealous fits ; O mine bard fate t " 1 now repent, but 'tis too late. No torment is so bad as love, So bitter to my soul can... | |
 | Robert Burton - 1804 - 622 Seiten
...I Do domineer in privacie. No gemm, no treasure like to this, 'Tis my delight, my crown, my bliss. All my joyes to this are folly, Naught so sweet as melancholy. 'Tis my sole plague to be alone, I am a beast, a monster grown, I will no light nor company, I finde... | |
 | Robert Burton - 1806 - 626 Seiten
...1 Do domineer in pri vacie. No gemm, no treasure like to this, 'Tis my delight, my crown, my bliss. All my joyes to this are folly, Naught so sweet as melancholy. 'Tis my sole plague to be alone, I am a beast, a monster grown, 1 will no light nor company, I finde... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 490 Seiten
...now embrace my miss ; 0 blessed days, O sweet content, In paradise my time is spent ! Such thought may still my fancy move. So may I ever be in love ! All my joys to this are folly. Nought so sweet as melancholy. When I recount love's many frights, My sighs... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 512 Seiten
...now embrace my miss ; 0 blessed days, O sweet content, In paradise my time is spent ! Such thought may still my fancy move, So may I ever be in love ! All my joys to this are folly, Nought so sweet as melancholy. When I recount love's many frights* My sighs... | |
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Such thoughts may still my fancy move, So may I ever be in love. All my joys to this are folly, Naught so sweet as melancholy. When I recount love's many frights, My sighs and tears, my waking nights, My jealous fits; O mine hard fate 1 now repent, but... 
