 Welcome folded arms, and fixed eyes, A sigh that piercing mortifies, A look that's fastened to the ground, A tongue chained up without a sound. Fountain-heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves; Moonlight walks when all the fowls Are...  The American Whig Review - Strana 76upravili: - 1846Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | English poets - 1801 - 488 str.
...spend your folly; There's nought in this life sweet, If men were wise to sce't, But only melancholy, 'O sweetest melancholy ! Welcome folded arms, and fixed...eyes, A sigh that, piercing, mortifies ; A look that's fasten'd to the ground, A tongue chain'd up without a sound. Fountain-heads and pathless groves, Places... | |
 | Richard Lovell Edgeworth - 1802 - 152 str.
...spend your folly ; There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy, Sweetest melancholy. Welcome folded arms and fixed...eyes, A sigh, that piercing mortifies, A look that's fasten'd to the ground, A tongue chain'd up, without a sound, Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 476 str.
...nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If men were wise to see't, But only melancholy, Oh sweetest melancholy ! Welcome...eyes; A sigh that, piercing, mortifies ; A look that's fasten'd to the ground ; A tongue chain'd up without a sound ! Fountain-heads and pathless groves,... | |
 | 1804 - 452 str.
...nights, Wherein you spend your folly; There's nought in this life sweet, i If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy; Oh! sweetest melancholy! Welcome,...look that's fastened to the ground; A tongue chained up—without a sound. Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves; Moonlight... | |
 | 1804 - 444 str.
...nights, Wherein you spend your folly; There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to sce't, But only melancholy ; Oh ! sweetest melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms and fixed eyes, S A sigh, that piercing, mortifies; A look that's fastened to the ground ; A tongue chained up —... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 512 str.
...spend your folly; There's nought in this life sweet, If men were wise to see't, But only melancholy, 0 sweetest melancholy ! Welcome folded arms and fixed...eyes, A sigh that, piercing, mortifies; A look that's fasten' d to the ground, A tongue cham'd up without a sound* Fountain-heads and pathless groves, Places... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1810 - 308 str.
...Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only Melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes,...mortifies, A look that's fastened to the ground, A tongue chain'd up, without a sound ! Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves... | |
 | James Peller Malcolm - 1811 - 348 str.
...men were wise to see't, But only melancholy, Oh sweetest melancholy ! Welcome Welcome fold'd anus, and fixed eyes ; A sigh that piercing mortifies ; A look that's fastened to the ground ; A tongue chain'd up without a sound ; Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which passion loves ; Moon-light... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1811 - 446 str.
...your folly ; There's nought in this life sweet, If men were wise to see't, But only melancholy ; O sweetest melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms and fixed...eyes, A sigh that piercing mortifies, A look that's fasten' d to the ground, A tongue chain'd up, without a sound. Fountain heads, and pathless groves,... | |
 | Francis Beaumont, John Fletcher - 1811 - 630 str.
...nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy; Oh, sweetest melancholy ! Welcome, folded arms, and fixed eyes, A sigh tliut piercing mortifies, A look that's thsteu'd to the ground, A tongue chain'd up, without a sound... | |
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