 Tartars seize their destin'd prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow: Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre to those charms impart? Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrow'd gloss of art?  The Literary Magazine, and American Register - Page 423edited by - 1805Full view - About this book
 | William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1837 - 460 pages
...Rocnabad, Л bower so sweet as Mosellay. O! when these fair perfidious maids, Whose eyes our sicret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms display,...robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their desliu'd prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre... | |
 | 1837 - 450 pages
...clear as Roenahad, A hower so sweet as Mosellay. 0! when these fair perfidious maids. Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms display. Each glance my tender hreast invades, And rohs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destiu'tl prey. In vain with... | |
 | William Hone - Great Britain - 1838 - 890 pages
...clear at Rocnabad, A bow«r so sweet as Moeellay. O ! when these fair, perfidious maids. Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms...;— Each glance my tender breast invades, And robs in y wonnded soul of rest ; As Tartars seiie their de*tin'd prey* In vain with lore oar bosoms glow... | |
 | English poetry - 1840 - 368 pages
...clear as Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay. Oh ! when these fair perfidious maids, Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms...robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre... | |
 | English poetry - 1840 - 378 pages
...glance my tender breast invades, And robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all...can all our sighs, New lustre to those charms impart T Can cheeks, where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dyes, Require the borrow'd... | |
 | William Hone - Days - 1841 - 894 pages
...clear м Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay. 0 1 when these fair, perfidious maids. Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms...robs my wounded soul of rest ; As Tartars seize their de*tin'd prey. Tn vain with love our bosoms glow • Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre... | |
 | English poetry - 1843 - 368 pages
...sweet as Mosellay. Oh ! when these fair perfidious maids, Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Theit; dear destructive charms display ; Each glance my tender...robs my wounded soul of rest, As Tartars seize their destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can j.11 our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre... | |
 | Polyphilus (pseud.) - 1844 - 268 pages
...clear as Rocnabad, A bow'r so sweet as Mosellay. Oh! when these fair, perfidious maids, "Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms...can all our sighs New lustre to those charms impart ? Can cheeks where living roses blow, Where nature spreads her richest dies, Require the borrow'd gloss... | |
 | Robert Chambers - Authors, English - 1844 - 738 pages
...as Rocnabad, A bower so sweet as Mosellay. ( ) ! when these fair perfidious rnaids, Whose eyes our destined prey. In vain with love our bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pages
...perfidious maids, Whose eyes our secret haunts infest, Their dear destructive charms display, Kach dly converse, which sends us to bed at eleven ; but these sober hours are too often inter destined prey. In vain with love onr bosoms glow : Can all our tears, can all our sighs, New lustre... | |
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