 | 1738 - عدد الصفحات: 706
...Whence fhnuld I hope, if not from heav'n and you I Nordarc I groan beneath affliction's rod, My Qucvn my mother, and my father God. The pitying Mufes faw me wit purfue, A Bo/ljrJ-fcn, alas ! on that fide too, Did not Your eyes exalt the poet's fire, And what the Mufe denies,... | |
 | William Ayre, Edmund Curll - 1745 - عدد الصفحات: 432
...„• Snatch but from Death to facrifice to Woe. ' Hated by her from whom my Life I drew, Whence fhould I hope, if not from Heav'n and you ? Nor dare I groan...Affliction's Rod, My Queen, my Mother ; and my Father, God. And every Year as long as the Queen liv'd, he, by her Command, addrefs'da Poem to her of this Nature... | |
 | William Ayre, Edmund Curll - 1745 - عدد الصفحات: 426
...facrifice to Woe. Hated Hated by her from whom my Life I drew, Whence fhould I hope, if not from Heav'ti Nor dare I groan beneath Affliction's Rod, My Queen, my Mother; and my Father, God. And every Year as long as the Queen liv'd, he, by her Command, addrefs'da Poem to her of this Nature... | |
 | Aaron Hill - 1760 - عدد الصفحات: 466
...facrifice to woe. Unfriended Want, the firft beft plea, I knew, ••. Intitled me to hope from Heaven and You. Nor dare I groan, beneath Affliction's rod, My Queen, my Mother ; and my Father, God! Yourlelf adopted fon, no pangs endures, No more the child of forrow, now, butyoun. Oh, hear him own... | |
 | Aaron Hill - 1760 - عدد الصفحات: 460
...death, a facrifice to woe. Unfriended Want, the firft beft plea, I knew, Intitkd me to hope from Heaven and You. Nor dare I groan, beneath Affliction's rod, My Queen, my Mother ; and my Father, God ? Your felt adopted fon, no pangs endures, No more the child of forrow, now, but yours. Oh, hear him... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1777 - عدد الصفحات: 316
...facrifice to Woe. Hated .by her, from whom my Life I drew, Whence fhould I hope, if not from Heaven and you ! Nor dare I groan beneath Affliction's Rod,...; and my Father, God. The pitying Mufes faw me Wit pprfue, A Ha/lard Son, alas ! on that Side too, Did not your Eyes exalt the Poet's Fire, And what the... | |
 | Richard Savage - 1777 - عدد الصفحات: 322
...my life I drew, Whence fhould I hope, if not from heav'n and Nor dare I groan beneath affliftion's rod, My Queen my mother, and my father — God. The pitying mufes faw me wit purfui; A Baftard-fon, alas I on that fide too, Did not Your eyes exalt the poet's fire, And what the... | |
 | Richard Savage - 1777 - عدد الصفحات: 298
...Snatch but from death to lacrifict• to woe. plated by her from whom my life I drew, Whence fliould I hope, if not from heav'n and You ^ Nor dare I groan beneath afflidtion's rod, My queen my mother, and my father —God. The pitying mufes faw me witpurfue ; A... | |
 | English poets - 1790 - عدد الصفحات: 328
...I drew, *$ Whence mould I hope, if not from heaven and you f Nor dare I groan beneath affliftion's rod, My queen my mother, and my father— God. The pitying Mufes faw me wit purfue ; A baftard-fon, alas ! on that fide too, 3° Did not your eyes exalt the poet's fire, And what the Mufe... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1800 - عدد الصفحات: 516
...facrifice to woe. Hated by her from whom my life I drew, aj Whence (hould 1 hope, if not from heaven and you? Nor dare I groan beneath affliction's rod....my mother, and my father — God. The pitying Mufes fjw me wit purfuc ; A baltard-fon, alas ! on that fide too, 50 Did not your eyes exalt the poet's fire,... | |
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I hope, if not from heav'n and you? Nor dare I groan beneath affliction's rod, My Queen, my Mother ; and my Father, God. The pitying... 
