 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 372 páginas
...me to fome melancholy cave, To lull my forrows in a living grave ; From the dark rock where darning waters fall, And creeping ivy hangs the craggy wall...this hateful grove ; For what is life without the fwain I love ? A RAM INT A. ARAMINTA. AN ELEGY. OW Phcebus rofe, and with his early beams Wak'd Numbering... | |
 | 1794 - 918 páginas
...creeping ivy hang* the craggy wall ; Where I may wade in tears my hour? away, And never know the feafont or the day .' Die, die, Panthea — fly this hateful grove ; for what U life without the fwain 1 love Í ARAMIN ТА. AH ELECT. Now Phœbus rofe, and with hi» early beami... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 906 páginas
...melancholy cave, To lull my forrows in a living grave ; From the dark rock where daihing waters fall, Aiid creeping ivy hangs the craggy wall ; Where I may wafte...hours away, And never know the feafons or the day f Die, die, Panthca — fly this hateful grove ; Гог what it fife without the fwain 1 love i ARAMIN... | |
 | 1797 - 420 páginas
...to some melancholy cave, To lull my sorrows in a living grave ; 90 From the dark rock where dashirg waters fall, And creeping ivy hangs the craggy wall, Where I may waste in tears my houis away, And never know the seasons or the day. Die, die, Panthea!— fly this... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 512 páginas
...me to fome melancholy cave, To lull -my forrows in a living grave ; From the dark rock whera dalhing waters fall, And creeping ivy hangs the craggy wall ; Where I may waftá in tears my hour« away, And never know the leafons or the day ! Die, die, Panthea — fly this... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 512 páginas
...crave ; * From the dark rock where datbing water» fall. And creeping ivy hangs the craggy wall ; here I may wafte in tears my hours away, And never know the feafor« or the day ! Die, die, Panthea — fly this hateful crovr ; For what ii life without the Twain... | |
 | Great Britain - 1804 - 508 páginas
...me to fome melancholy cave, To lull Tny forrows in a living Rrave ; From the dark rock whore dathinj waters fall, And creeping ivy hangs the craggy wall...this hateful grove ; For what is life without the fwain I love Í ARAMINTA. AN ELEGY. NOW Phoebus rofe, and with his early beams Wak'd numbering; Delia... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 582 páginas
...creeping ivy hangs the cragay wall ; Where I may waste in tears my hours away, And never know the seasons or the day ! Die, die, Panthea ! — fly this hateful...grove ! For what is life without the swain I love?" ARAMINTA. AN ELEGY. Now Phoebus roue, and with his early beams Wak'd slumbering Delia from her pleasing... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 272 páginas
...heifers in the cooling grove? Their happier life is ignorant of love. From the dark rock where dashing waters fall, And creeping ivy hangs the craggy wall, Where I may waste in tears my hours away, And never know the seasons or the day. Die, die, Panthea ! fly this hateful... | |
 | John Gay - 1854 - 314 páginas
...me to some melancholy cave, To lull my sorrows in a living grave ; From the dark rock where dashing waters fall, And creeping ivy hangs the craggy wall, Where I may waste in tears my hours away, And never know the seasons or the day. Die, die, Panthea !— fly this... | |
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Oh ! lead me to some melancholy cave, To lull my sorrows in a living grave ; From the dark rock where dashing waters fall, And creeping ivy hangs the craggy wall, Where I may waste in tears my hours away, And never know the seasons or the day. Die, die,... 
