...mark so mean ? z10 \Vhy thy peculiar rancour wfeAk'd on me? Insatiate Archer! could not one suifke ? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thricS yon' moon had fill'd her horn. 0 Cynthia! why so pale? Dost thou lament z15 Thy wretched neighbour?...

...lamented, none that has read the " Night " Thoughts" (and who has not read them ?) needs to be informed. Insatiate Archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain j And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. Yet how is it possible that Mr. and Mrs. Temple...

...plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless...

...plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament; Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless...

...plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. O Cynthia ! why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless...

...plunder, why exhaust Thy partial quiver on a mark so mean ? Why thy peculiar rancour wreak'd on me ? Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. O Cynthia 1 why so pale ? Dost thou lament Thy wretched neighbour ? Grieve to see thy wheel Of ceaseless...

...dear Narcissa. I was walking in a place called In this celebrated poem he thus addresses Death : " Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? " Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain J " And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn. These lines have been universally understood...

...died not long after, and to these successive dissolutions, Young alludes in these remarkable lines : Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain ; thrice e'er thrice yon mooa had filled her horn. Mr. and Mrs. Temple are thought to be the Philander...

...lamented, none that has read the " Night " Thoughts" (and who has not read them ?) nee'ds to be informed. Insatiate Archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had iill'd her horn. Yet how is it possible that Mr. and Mrs. Temple and Lady Elizabeth Young could _be...

...her much-lamented relatives: how neatly together their deaths occurred the poet himself informs us. Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft...And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn ! To the sorrow Young felt at his losses, the world is indebted for the Night noughts. By his marriage...