 Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Susan mourn; Though cannons roar, yet, safe from harms, William shall to his dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.  American Monthly Knickerbocker - Pagina 373geredigeerd door - 1844Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1783 - 366 pagina’s
...fkin is ivory fo white. P 4 Thus Thus every beauteous objeft that I view, Wakes in my foul fome charm of lovely Sue. Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Sufan mourn ; Though cannons roar, yet fafe from harms William mall to his dear return. Love turns... | |
 | 1794 - 918 pagina’s
...gale, Thy (kin is rvory fo white. Thus every beauteous objefl that I view, Wakes in my foul lome charm of lovely Sue. Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Sufan mourn; Though cannons roar, yet. fafe from harm«, William lhall to his dear return. Love turn»... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 906 pagina’s
...Thy fein is ivory fo white. Thus every beauteous objeél that I view, Wakes in my foul 1'ome charm of lovely Sue. Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Sufan mourn ; Though cannons roar, yet, fafe from harms, William (hall to his dear return. Love turns... | |
 | 1797 - 420 pagina’s
...present wheresoe'er I go. 30 vi. . . If to far India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in di'monds bright, Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory, so white. Thus ev'ry beauteous object that I view Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue: vII. Tho' bailie call... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 512 pagina’s
...gale, Thy (kin is ivory fo white. Thue every beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my foul fume charm of lovely Sue. Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Sufan mourn ; Though cannons roar, yet, fafe from harrai, William (hall to his Dear return. Love turns... | |
 | 1814 - 640 pagina’s
...they tell thee so, For thou art present whereso'cr I go. VI. If to far India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright; Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale: Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus cv'ry beauteous object which I view, Wakes in my soul seme charm of lovely Sue. VII. Nee, mea lux,... | |
 | 1814 - 652 pagina’s
...present whcreso'er I go. VI. If to far India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds blight; Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale: Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus ev'ry beauteous object which I view, Wakes in my soul scms charm of lovely Sue. . _m__._ i_._ _.._... | |
 | Charles Henry Wilson - 1803 - 228 pagina’s
...they tell thee SO) For thou art present, wheresoe'er I go. If to far India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright : Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale ; Thy skin is ivory so white : Thus, ev'ry beauteous object that I view,. Wakes in my soul some charms of lovely Sue;. Tho' battles call... | |
 | Goldfinch - 1805 - 276 pagina’s
...they tell thee so, For thou art present wheresoe'er I go. If to fair India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright ; Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus ev'ry beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. Though battle calls... | |
 | Great Britain - 1804 - 508 pagina’s
...gale, Thy fkin is ivory fo white. Thus every beauteous ohjeift that I view, Wakes in my foul fume charm of lovely Sue. Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Sufao mourn ; Though cannons roar, yet, fafe from harm*, i William fhall to his Dear return. Love turns... | |
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