 | Thomas Otway - 1797 - 456 Seiten
...press'd to rob me of my pri/.o. I brought her, gave her to your despairing arms ; Indeed you thank'd me ; but a nobler gratitude Rose in her soul : for...lov'd me, 'Till for her life she paid me with herself. Pri. You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole her, At dead of night! that cursed hour you chose... | |
 | John Bell - 1792 - 340 Seiten
...press'd to rob me of my prize. I brought her, gave her to your despairing arms : Indeed you thank'd me ; but a nobler gratitude Rose in her soul : for from that hour she lov'd ine, 'Till for her life she paid me with herself. Pri. You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 460 Seiten
...press'd to rob me of my prize. 1 brought her, gave her to your despairing arms t fndeed you thank'd me ; but a nobler gratitude Rose in her soul : for...she lov'd me, 'Till for her life she paid me with heiself. Pri. You stole her from mej like a thief you stole her, At dead of night ! that cursed hour... | |
 | 1804 - 266 Seiten
...prize. I hronght her, gave her to your despairing arms: Indeed you thank'd me; hut a nohler gratitnde Rose in her soul : for from that hour she lov'd me, Till for her life she paid me with herself. [her, Pri. You stole her from me ; like a thief you stule At dead of night! that cursed hour you chose... | |
 | 1804 - 516 Seiten
...pressed to rob me of my prize. I brought her, gave her to your despairing arms : Indeed you thanked me ; but a nobler gratitude Rose in her soul : for from that hour she loved Till for her life she paid me with herself. Pri. You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 946 Seiten
...pressed to rob me of my prize. I brought her, gave her to your despairing arms: Indeed you thanked me ; but a nobler gratitude Rose in her soul : for from that hour she loved me, Till for her life she paid me with herself. Pri. You stole her from me ; like a thief you... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 376 Seiten
...press'd to rob me of my prize. I brought her, gave her to your despairing arms; Indeed you thank'd me ; but a nobler gratitude Rose in her soul : for...herself. Priuli. You stole her from me ; like a thief you To rifle me of all my heart held dear. May all your joys in her prove false, like mine! A sterile fortune,... | |
 | 1811 - 718 Seiten
...gratitude in her soul: for from that hour shsloved me, for her life she paid me with herself. Pri. K cliose, To rifle me of all my heart held dear. May all your joys in her prove false, like mine; A sterile... | |
 | DR. JOHNSON - 1812 - 480 Seiten
...press'd to rob me of my prize : I brought her, gave her to your despairing arms : Indeed, you thank'd me ; but a nobler gratitude Rose in her soul ; for from that hour she lov'd met Till for her life she paid me with herself. Pri. You stole her from me; like a thief, you stole... | |
 | Thomas Otway, Thomas Thornton - 1813 - 362 Seiten
...press'd to rob me of my prize: I brought her, gave her t' your despairing arms : Indeed you thank'd me; but a nobler gratitude Rose in her soul: for from...lov'd me, Till for her life she paid me with herself. * This ceremony (first instituted by pope Alexander III.) took place every Ascension-day. The doge... | |
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Redeem'd her life with half the loss of mine. Like a rich conquest, in one hand I bore her, And with the other dash'd the saucy waves, That throng'd and press'd to rob me of my prize. 
