 | J. Chilcott - 1840 - 98 pagina’s
...— If chance direct him to this artless line, Let the sad mourner know his pangs were mine. Ordain'd to lose the partner of my breast, Whose virtue warm'd me, and whose beauty blest, Framed every tic that binds the soul to prove Her duty friendship, and her friendship love ; But yet... | |
 | James Heywood Markland - 1842 - 186 pagina’s
...chance direct him to this artless line, Let the sad mourner know — his pangs were mine.—. Ordain'd to lose the partner of my breast, Whose virtue warm'd me, and whose beauty blest ; EPITAPHS. Frara'd every tie, that binds the soul to prove Her duty friendship, and her friendship... | |
 | 1850 - 300 pagina’s
...chance should bring him to this humble line, Let the sad mourner know his pangs were mine, — Ordain'd to lose the partner of my breast, Whose virtue warm'd me, and whose beauty bless'd, Framed every tie that binds the heart to prove, Her duty friendship, and her friendship love.... | |
 | 1861 - 336 pagina’s
...chance should bring him to this artless line, Let the sad mourner know his pangs were mine. Ordain'd to lose the partner of my breast, Whose virtue warm'd...me, and whose beauty blest; Fram'd every tie that hinds the heart to prove, Her duty friendship, and her friendship love. But yet rememb'ring that the... | |
 | 1872 - 196 pagina’s
...chance should bring him to this artless line, Let the sad mourner know his pangs were mine. Ordain'd to lose the partner of my breast, Whose virtue warm'd...whose beauty blest ; Fram'd every tie that binds the heart to prove, Her duty friendship, and her friendship love. But yet rememb'ring that the parting... | |
 | Mottoes - 1872 - 186 pagina’s
...chance should bring him to this humble line, Let the sad mourner know his pangs were mine. Ordain'd to lose the partner of my breast, Whose virtue warm'd me, and whose beauty bless'd, Fram'd every tie that binds the heart to prove Her duty friendship, and her friendship love.... | |
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If chance should bring him to this artless line, Let the sad mourner know his pangs were mine. Ordain'd to lose the partner of my breast, Whose virtue warm'd me, and whose beauty blest ; Fram'd every tie that binds the heart to prove, Her duty friendship,... 
