 Failed in, for grief down dropped she on his lute, And brake her heart. It was the quaintest sadness, To see the conqueror upon her hearse To weep a funeral elegy of tears ; That, trust me, my Amethus, I could chide Mine own unmanly weakness, that made...  Dramatic Works - Strana 125autor/autoři: John Ford - 1811Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Charles Lamb, Mary Lamb - 1904 - 718 str.
...imitate These several sounds : which when her warbling throat Fail'd in, for grief down dropt she on his lute And brake her heart. It was the quaintest sadness,...conqueror upon her hearse To weep a funeral elegy of tears.1 He looks upon the trophies of his art, Then sigh'a, then wiped his eyes, then sigh'd, and cried,... | |
 | Charles Lamb, Mary Lamb - 1904 - 710 str.
...imitate These several sounds : which when her warbling throat Fail'd in, for grief down dropt she on his lute And brake her heart. It was the quaintest sadness,...conqueror upon her hearse To weep a funeral elegy of tears.1 He looks upon the trophies of his art, Then sigh'd, then wiped his eyes, then sigh'd, and cried,... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1907 - 616 str.
...imitate These several sounds; which when her warbling throat Failed in, for grief down dropped she on his lute, And brake her heart. It was the quaintest sadness,...of tears; That, trust me, my Amethus, I could chide 150 Mine own unmanly weakness, that made me A fellow-mourner with him. AMET. I believe thee. MEN. He... | |
 | Ella Fuller Maitland - 1907 - 276 str.
...These several sounds ; which when her warbling throat Failed in, for grief down dropp'd she on his lute, And brake her heart. It was the quaintest sadness,...upon her hearse To weep a funeral elegy of tears. From Music's Duel. Under protection of an oak, there sat A sweet Lute's master ; in whose gentle airs... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1907 - 654 str.
...conqueror upon her hearse To weep a funeral elegy of tears; That, trust me, my Amethus, I could chide 150 Mine own unmanly weakness, that made me A fellow-mourner with him. AMET. I believe thee. MEN. He looked upon the trophies of his art, Then sighed, then wiped his eyes, then sighed and cried, "Alas,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1925 - 424 str.
...Failed in, for grief, down dropped she on his lute, And broke her heart ! It was the quaintest sadTo see the conqueror upon her hearse To weep a funeral elegy of tears ; That, trust mo, my Amethns, I could chide Mine own unmanly weakness, that made me A fellow-mourner with him. AH.... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1106 str.
...Failed in, for grief, down dropped she 011 his lute, And broke her heart ! It was the quaintest sadTo A sound which makes us linger ; — yet — farewell....such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till i AM. I believe thee. MEN. He looked upon the trophies of his art, Then sighed, then wiped his eyes,... | |
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