 | 1750 - 434 str.
...What Mourner ever felt poetic Fires ! Slow comes the Verfe that real Woe infpires : Grief unafiecled fuits but ill with Art, Or flowing Numbers with a...Heart. Can I forget the difmal Night that gave My Soul's beft Part for ever to the Grave ! How filent did his old Companions tread, By mid-night Lamps,... | |
 | Robert Shiells - 1753 - 366 str.
...mourner ever felt poetic fire* ! Slow comes the verfe, that real woe infpires : i Grief unaffected fuits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart. . Mr. Tickell's works are printed in the fecond volume of the Minor Poets, and he is by far the moft... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1755 - 356 str.
...bemoan, And judge, oh judge, my bofom by your own. What mourner ever felt poetick fires ! Slow comes the verfe, that real woe infpires : Grief unaffefted...forget the difmal night,, that gave My foul's beft part for-ever to the grave ! Hew filent did his old companions tread, By mid-night lamps, the manfions of... | |
 | Robert Dodsley - 1758 - 384 str.
...What mourner ever felt poetick fires ! Slow comes the verfe, that real woe infpires : Grief unaffedted fuits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a...forget the difmal night, that gave My foul's beft part for-ever to the grave ! How filent did his old companions tread, By mid-night lamps, the manfions of... | |
 | 1758 - 352 str.
...What mourner ever felt poetick fires ! Slow comes the verfe, that real, woe infpires : Grief unaffe&ed fuits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a...forget the difmal night, that gave My foul's beft part for-ever to the grave ! How filent did his old companions tread, By mid-night lamps, the manfions of... | |
 | 1765 - 396 str.
...What mourner ever felt poetic fires! Slow comes the verfe, that real woe infpires: Grief unaffected fuits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a...forget the difmal night, that gave My foul's beft part for-ever to the grave ! How filent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the manfions of... | |
 | Collection - 1766 - 356 str.
...mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verfe, that real woe infpires : Grief unaffefted fnits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding...the difmal night, that gave • My foul's beft part for-ever to the grave ! How filent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the manfions of... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1765 - 378 str.
...What mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verfe, that real woe infpires : Grief unaffected fuits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart. Can I forget the'difmal night, that gave My foul's beft part for ever to the grave ! How filent did his old companions... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1767 - 274 str.
...What mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verfe that real woe infpires ; Grief unaffected fuits but ill with art, \ Or flowing numbers with...bleeding heart. Can I forget the difmal night, that gaveMy foul's beft part for ever to the grave ! How filent did his old companions tread, By midnight... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1773 - 326 str.
...What mourner ever felt poetic fires f Slow comes the verfe, that real woe infpires:: Grief unafie&ed fuits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with a bleeding heart. Can I forgive the difmal night, that gave • My foul's beft part for ever to the grave! How filent did bis... | |
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Addison unpaid, Blame not her silence, Warwick, but bemoan, And judge, Oh judge, my bosom by your own. What mourner ever felt poetic fires ! Slow comes the verse that real woe inspires : Grief unaffected suits but ill with art, Or flowing numbers with... 
