 On what cold stone hast thou been stretched along, Gathering the grumbling winds about thy head, To mix with theirs the accents of thy woes ? Oh, now I find the cause my love forsakes me ! I am no longer fit to bear a share In his concernments : my weak...  Plays: Viz. The Orphan, and Venice Preserv'd - Pagina 187door Thomas Otway - 1767 - 280 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Edward Bysshe - 1710 - 620 pagina’s
...Spreading thy Wings, come fettle on my Breaft, And hatch warm Comforts there, e'er Sorrows freeze it. Why then, poor Mourner, in what baleful Corner Haft...talking with that Witch, the Night ? On what cold Stone haft thou been ftretch'd along, Gathering the grumbling Winds about thy Head, To mix with theirs... | |
 | Thomas Otway - 1757 - 392 pagina’s
...Spreading thy Wings, come fettle on my Breaft, And hatch warm Comfort there, ere Sorrows freeze. EELVIDERA. Why then, poor Mourner, in what baleful Corner Haft...been talking with that Witch the Night ? On what cold Stone haft thou been ftretch'd along, Gathering the grumbling Winds about thy Head, To mix with theirs... | |
 | Thomas Otway - 1766 - 92 pagina’s
...Spreading thy Wings, come fettle on my Breaft And hatch warm comforts there, e're Sorrow freeze it. Bcl-j. Why then, poor Mourner, in what baleful Corner Haft...talking with that Witch, the Night ? On what cold Stone haft thou been ftretch'd along, Gathering the grumbling Winds about thy Head, To mix with theirs... | |
 | Thomas Otway - 1797 - 456 pagina’s
...Hast thou been talking, with that witch, the night i " On what cold stone hast thou been stretch'd along, " Gathering the grumbling winds about thy head, " To mix with theirs, the accents of thy woes ? f'Oh] now I find the cause my love forsakes me;. " I am no longer fit to bear a share " In his concernments... | |
 | John Bell - 1792 - 340 pagina’s
...that witch, the night ? " On what cold stone hast thou been stretch'd along, " Gathering the gmmbling winds about thy head, " To mix with theirs, the accents of thy woes ? " Oh ! now I find the cause my love forsakes me; " I am no longer fit to bear a share " In his concernments — My weak female... | |
 | William Jones - 1795 - 446 pagina’s
...thy wings, come fettle on my breaft " And hatch warm comforts there, e're forrows freeze it. " Bel. Why then, poor mourner, in what baleful corner " Haft...with theirs, the accents of thy woes ? " Oh ! now 1 find the caufe my love forfakes me ; " I am no longer fit to bear a fhare " In his concernments—My... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 460 pagina’s
...Hast thou been talking, with that witch, the night ? " On what cold stone hast thou been stretch'd along, " Gathering the grumbling winds about thy head,...theirs, the accents of thy woes ? " Oh ! now I find the cause my love forsakes me ; " I am no longer fit to bear a share " In his concernments — My weak... | |
 | Regina Maria Roche - 1800 - 286 pagina’s
...corner Hift thou baen talking with that wirch— the night ? On what cold (lone haft 'hoa been (tretuh'd along, Gathering the grumbling winds about thy head, To mix with theirs the accents of thy woes ? OTWAY. A.MAVDA had not reached the parlour, when the door opened, and Mrs. Connel came from it. "... | |
 | 1804 - 266 pagina’s
...the night? " On what cold stone hast thou heen stretctrd along, " Gathering the grumhling winds ahout thy head, " To mix with theirs, the accents of thy woes ' " Oh ! now I find the canse my love forsakes me , " I am no longer fit to hear a share " In his concernments — My weak... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 954 pagina’s
...Hast tlxni been talking, with that witch, the night ? Un what cold stone hast thou beeji stretclied along, Gathering the grumbling winds about thy head, To mix with theirs, the accent of thy woes ? Oh ! now I find the cause my love forsakes me ; I am no longer fit to bear a share... | |
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