 Your griefs shall soon be o'er, Her cheek undimpled now, has lost The smile it lately wore. Yes, plaintive sounds, she now is yours, Tis now your time to move ; Essay to soften all her powers, And be that softness, love. Cease, plaintive sounds, your...  The Poetical Works of William Hamilton: Collated with the Best Editions - 12 ページWilliam Hamilton, Thomas Park 著 - 1805全文表示 - この書籍について
 | William Hamilton (of Bangour) - 1850 - 238 ページ
...thine. Yes, plaintive sounds, no longer crost, Your griefs shall soon be o'er, Her cheek undimpled now, has lost The smile it lately wore. Yes, plaintive...'Tis now your time to move; Essay to soften all her pow'rs, And be that softness, love. Cease, plaintive sounds, your task is done, That anxious tender... | |
 | Eugene Lawrence - 1855 - 390 ページ
...now has lost The smile it lately wore. Yes, plaintive sounds, she now is yours, 'Tis now your turn to move, Essay to soften all her powers, And be that...love. Cease, plaintive sounds, your task is done, That serious, tender air Proves o'er her heart the conquest won, I see you melting there. If these verses... | |
 | Eugene Lawrence - 1855 - 410 ページ
...is mine. Yes, plaintive sounds, no longer crost, Your griefs shall soon be o'er, Her cheek undimpled now has lost The smile it lately wore. Yes, plaintive sounds, she now is yours, 'Tis now your turn to move, Essay to soften all her powers, And be that softness, love. Cense, plaintive sounds,... | |
 | Iolo Aneurin Williams - 1923 - 524 ページ
...thine. Yes, plaintive sounds, no longer crost, Your griefs shall soon be o'er, Her cheek, undimpled now, has lost The smile it lately wore. Yes, plaintive...her heart the conquest won, I see you melting there. 222 Return ye smiles, return again, Return each sprightly grace, I yield up to your charming reign... | |
 | 1813 - 752 ページ
...The smile it lately wore. Yes, plantive sounds ; she now ii yours ; That anxious tender air Speaks o'er her heart the conquest won ; I see you melting...again, Return each sprightly grace ; I yield up to your charmiu; reijjn All that enchanting face. I take no outward show amiss, Rove where ye will her eyes;... | |
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