 | Robert Bloomfield - 1855 - Страниц: 28
...constancy was mine. ' For still I tried each fickle heart, Importunate and vain ; And, while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain. ' Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret where he died. ' But mine... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1855 - Страниц: 238
...constancy was mine. " For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain, And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain : " Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine... | |
 | Edward Hayes (collector of ballads) - 1856 - Страниц: 442
...constancy was mine. " For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain. " Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1856 - Страниц: 448
...constancy was mine ! 4 For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain : 'Till quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret where he died ! 'But mine th«... | |
 | Edward Hayes - 1856 - Страниц: 396
...was mine. " For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touched my heart, I triumph'd in his pain. " Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1856 - Страниц: 540
...mine. • " For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touch' d my heart, I triumph'd in his pain. " Till quite dejected with my acorn. He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret where he died. " But mine... | |
 | Washington Irving - 1858 - Страниц: 336
...constancy was mine ! " For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain. " Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn In secret, where he died. " But mine the... | |
 | J. C. - 1860 - Страниц: 218
...was mine. " For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion tonch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain. '• Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ; And sought a solitude forlorn. In secret, where he died ! " But mine... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1861 - Страниц: 570
...constancy was mine. 1 For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain ; ' Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride ; And -sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. ' But mine... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith, Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - 1862 - Страниц: 328
...constancy was mine. * For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain; And while his passion touch'd my heart, I triumph'd in his pain: * Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride; And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. * But mine... | |
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Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride, And sought a solitude forlorn, In secret, where he died. " But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay ; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. 
