 Require the borrow'd gloss of art ? Speak not of fate : ah ! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom : 'Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream ; To love and joy thy thoughts confine, Nor hope to pierce the...  The Port Folio - Strana 2571817Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | William Jones - 1777 - 242 str.
...cheeks, where living rofes bloWi Where nature fpreads her richeft dyes, T* Require the borrow'd gtofs of art ? Speak not of fate : — ah ! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom : 'Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream ; To love and joy thy thoughts confine,... | |
 | 1784 - 552 str.
...cheeks where living го!-:* blow, Where nature fpreads lier richelt dyc^ Require the borrow'd glols of art? Speak not of fate — ah! change the theme. And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk oftheflow'rs that round us bloom» 'Tis all a cloud, 'tij all a dream; To lovtandjoy thy thoughts confine.... | |
 | 1787 - 652 str.
...Can cheeks where living rofes blow, Where Nature fpreads her richeft dyes, Require the borrow'd glofs of art? «' Speak not of fate— ah! change the theme. And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the fiow'rs that round us bloom ; •Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream; To love and joy thy thoughts confine,... | |
 | 1787 - 750 str.
...where living rofes blow, Where Nature fpreads her richeft dyes, Require the borrow'd glofs of ait! Speak not of fate — ah ! — change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom ; 'Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream ! To love and joy thy thoughts confine,... | |
 | 1789 - 604 str.
...Can cheeks where living rofes blow, Where Nature fpreads her richeft dyes, Require thcborrow'd glofs of art? Speak not of fate — ah ? — change the...theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom ; 'Tisall a cloud, 'tis all a dream ! To love and joy thy thoughts confine.... | |
 | 1794 - 766 str.
...fo clear as Rocnahad, A bower fo fweet as Mofellay. Or he who could exclaim ; Talk not of fate oh ! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine. Talk of the flowers that round us bloom ; 'Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream ; To love and joy thy thoughts confine,... | |
 | 1794 - 766 str.
...fo clear as Rocnabad, A bower fo fweet as Mofcllay. Or he who could exclaim ; Talk not of fate oh ! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom ; 'Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream ; To love and joy thy thoughts confine.... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 str.
...iVhere Nature fpreads her richcft dyes, Require the borrow'd glof» of art ? peak not of fate :— ah I change the theme.' And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom : Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream ; To love and joy thy thoughts confine,... | |
 | 700 str.
...glance my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their dcsyned prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow; Can all our tears,...all our sighs New lustre to those charms impart? Can checks where living roses blow, Where Nature spreads her richest dies, Require the borrowed gloss of... | |
 | Charles Brockden Brown - 1805 - 500 str.
...glance my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destin'd prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears,...can all our sighs, New lustre to those charms impart Ï Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borro w'd... | |
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