 | Edward Young - 1775 - 408 pagina’s
...me? Infatiate archer! could not one fuffice? Thy fhaft flew thrice; and thrice my peace was flain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. 0 Cynthia! why fo pale? Doft thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? grieve to fee thy wheel Of ceafelefs change outwhirl'd... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1785 - 568 pagina’s
...? Infatiate archer ! could not one fuffice ? Thy fhaft flew thrice; and thrice my peace was flain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. 0 Cynthia ! why fo pale? Doft thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to fee thy' wheel Of ceafelefs change outwhirl'd... | |
 | John Bell - 1796 - 470 pagina’s
...could not one suifke ? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thricS yon' moon had fill'd her horn. 0 Cynthia! why so pale? Dost thou lament z15 Thy wretched neighbour? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless change outwhirl'd ih human lift ?... | |
 | Edward Young - 1798 - 432 pagina’s
...died soon after her arrival. " Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice .' " Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain ; " And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn." These lines have been universally understood of the above deaths; but this supposition can no way be... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 416 pagina’s
...peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 402 pagina’s
...peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. O Cynthia 1 why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 412 pagina’s
...peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless... | |
 | Edward Young - 1802 - 416 pagina’s
...peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament; Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless... | |
 | Great Britain - 1804 - 716 pagina’s
...them ?) nee'ds to be informed. Insatiate Archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice •, and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had iill'd her horn. Yet how is it possible that Mr. and Mrs. Temple and Lady Elizabeth Young could _be... | |
 | John Britton, Edward Wedlake Brayley, Joseph Nightingale, James Norris Brewer, John Evans, John Hodgson, Francis Charles Laird, Frederic Shoberl, John Bigland, Thomas Rees - 1805 - 698 pagina’s
...occurred the poet himself informs us. Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain ! And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn ! To the sorrow Young felt at his losses, the world is indebted for the Night Thoughts. By his marriage... | |
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Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice; and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. 
