 | 1729 - عدد الصفحات: 284
...down (the lead. Fly fwifter, ye minutes, bring hither my dear, And reft Ib much longer for't when fhe is here. Ah- Colin ! old time is full of delay, Nor will budge one foot fafter for all thou canfc fay. Will ho pitying power that, hears me complain, Or cure my difquiet,... | |
 | 1739 - عدد الصفحات: 332
...tht Liad. Fly fiuifter, ye Minutes, bring hither my Dear, 'And rejl fo much longer for't ivf>en Jhe is here. Ah Colin ! old Time is full of Delay, Nor 'will budge one Foot f after for all thou can/I fay. X. Will no pitying Power that hears me complain, Or cure my Difquiet,... | |
 | 1744 - عدد الصفحات: 328
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 | John Byrom - 1773 - عدد الصفحات: 372
...melt down the Fly fwifter, ye Minutes, bring hither my Dear, And reft fo much longer for't when fhe is here. Ah Colin ! old Time is full of delay, Nor will budge one Foot fafter for all thou canft fay. Will no pitying Pow'r, that hears me complain, Or cure my difquiet,... | |
 | 1799 - عدد الصفحات: 328
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 | 1783 - عدد الصفحات: 366
...down the lead. Fly fwifter, ye minutes, bring hither my dear, And reft fo much longer for't, when fhe is here. Ah, Colin ! old time is full of delay, Nor will budge one foot fafter for all thou canft fay. Will no pitying power that hears me complain, Or cure my difquiet, or... | |
 | British essayists - 1802 - عدد الصفحات: 304
...amidst the soft zephyr's cool breezes I burn ! Methinks if I knew where about he would tread, I could breathe on his wings, and 'twould melt down the lead....minutes, bring hither my dear, And rest so much longer for 't when she is here. Ah, Colin! old Time is full of delay, Nor will budge one foot faster fur all... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1802 - عدد الصفحات: 320
...Mi-thinks if I knew where about he would tread, I could breathe on his wings, and 'twould melt dowp the lead. Fly swifter, ye minutes, bring hither my dear, And rest so much longer for 't when she is here. Ah, Colin ! old Time is full of delay, Nor will budge one foot faster for... | |
 | 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 342
...amidst the soft Zephyr's cool breezes I burn; Methinks if I knew whereabouts he would tread, I could breathe on his wings, and 'twould melt down the lead...faster for all thou canst say. X. Will no pitying pow'r that hears me complain, Or cure my disquiet, or soften my pain ? To be cur'd, thou must, Colin,... | |
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How slowly Time creeps, till my Phebe return, While amidst the soft Zephyr's cool breezes I burn ; Methinks, if I knew whereabouts he would tread, I could breathe on his wings, and 'twould melt down the lead. Fly swifter, ye minutes ! bring hither my... 
