 tis sweet to me ! There — drink my tears, while yet they fall ; Would that my bosom's blood were balm, And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm.  The Pathfinder - Strana 494autor/autoři: James Fenimore Cooper - 1876 - 543 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Edmund Burke - 1819 - 822 str.
...or without shame. " Oh ! let me only breathe the air, " The blessed air, that's breath'd by thee, " And, whether on its wings it bear " Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me ! " There, — drink my tears, while yet they fall, — " Would that my bosom's blood were balm, "... | |
 | 1817 - 560 str.
...or without shame. " Oh ! let me only breathe the air. " The hles'ed air, that's broatlrd by the c; ' And, whether on its wings it bear " Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me! - Then.-— drink my u-arc, while \ettheyfall— '• Would that oiy biuom's blood were balm, " And... | |
 | Tobias Smollett - 1817 - 670 str.
...unask'd or without shame. ' Oh ! let me only breathe the air, The blessed air, that's breath'd by thee, And, whether on its wings it bear Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me ! There, — drink my tears, while yet they fall, — Would that my besom's blood were balm, And, well... | |
 | 1817 - 738 str.
...betrothed bride, " Oh ! let me only breathe the air, " The blessed air, that's breath'd by thee, " And, whether on -its wings it bear " Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me ! " There, — drink my tears,, while yet they fail," Would that my bosom's blood were b'alm, " And,... | |
 | 1817 - 576 str.
...unask'd or without shame. " Oh ! let me only breathe the air, The blessed air, that's breath'd by thee, And, whether on its wings it bear Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me ! There, — drink my tears, while yet they fall, — Would that my bosom's blood were balm, And, well... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 376 str.
...or without shame. «' Oh! let me only breathe the air, " The blessed air, that's breath'd by thee. " And, whether on its wings it bear " Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me! " There, drink my tears, while yet they fall, " Would that my bosom's blood were balm, " And, well... | |
 | 1817 - 698 str.
...without shame. « Oh ! let me'ooly breathe the air, « The blessed air, that's broatb'd by. " thee, •< And whether on its wings it bear — «• Healing or death, 'tis sweet to юеД « There 5 drink my tears, while yet they is >ery elegantly and gracefully told. '" . ' '. '<•>••... | |
 | 1818 - 798 str.
...or without shame. " Oh ! let me only breathe the air, " The blessed air, that's breath'd by thee, " And, whether on its wings it bear " Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me ! " There, — drink my tears, while yet they fall, — " Would that my bosom's blood were balui, "... | |
 | 1818 - 588 str.
...dear embrace, &c. " Oh ! let me only breathe the air, " The blessed air, that's breath'd by thee, " And, whether on its wings it bear " Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me ! " There, — drink my tears, while yet they fall, — " Would that my bosom's blood were balm, "... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1818 - 1274 str.
...or without shame. " Oh ! let me only breathe the air, " The blessed air, that's breath'd by thee, " And, whether on its wings it bear " Healing or death, 'tis sweet to me ! " There, — drink my tears, while yet they fall, — " Would that my bosom's blood were balin, "... | |
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