 | CROWNE, Nicholas Rowe - 1720 - 342 páginas
...haunt thee to the Toil, fweep thee from Earth, And drive thee down this Precipice of Fate. L. Hnß. Thy Reafon is grown wild. Could thy weak Hand Bring...Reach of Pardon, That nothing but my Life can make Attonement ? Alie. Thy cruel Scorn had flung me to the Heart, And fet my burning Bofom all in Flames:... | |
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1736 - 90 páginas
...And drive thee down this Precipice of Fate. [Hand "L.Haft, Thy Reafon is grown wild. Could thy weak Bring on this mighty Ruin ? If it could, What have I done fo grievons to thy Soul, So deadly, fo beyond the reach of Pardon, That nothing but my Life can make Atonement... | |
 | Nicholas Rowe - 1766 - 354 páginas
...That, that's my Grkf— 'tis I that urge thee on, Thus hunt thee to the Toil, fweep thee from Earth, And drive thee down this Precipice of Fate. . HASTINGS....Reafon is grown wild. Could thy weak Hand Bring on this jnighty Ruin? If it «mh), What have I done fo grievous to thy Soul, So deadly, fo beyond .the reach... | |
 | John Bell - 1791 - 348 páginas
...to the toil, sweep thee from earth, . And drive thee down this precipice of fate. Hast. Thy reason is grown wild. Could thy weak hand Bring on this mighty ruin ? If it could, What have I done so grievous to thy soul, So deadly, so beyond the reach of pardon, That nothing but my life can make... | |
 | William Jones - 1795 - 368 páginas
...Thus haunt thee to the toil, fweep thee from earth, And drive thee down this precipice of fate. Haft. Thy reafon is grown wild. Could thy weak hand Bring...\ If it could, What have I done fo grievous to thy foul, So deadly, fo beyond the reach of pardon, That nothing but my life can make atonement ? Me. Thy... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 462 páginas
...thee to the toil, sweep thee from earth, And drive thee down this precipice of fate. Hast. Thy reason is grown wild. Could thy weak hand Bring on this mighty ruin ? If it could, What have I done so grievous to thy soul, So deadly, so beyond the reach of pardon, That nothing but my life can make... | |
 | 1797 - 462 páginas
...thee to the toil, sweep thee from earth, And drive thee down this precipice of fate. Hast. Thy reason is grown wild. Could thy weak hand Bring on this mighty ruin f If it could, What have I done so grievous to thy soul> So deadly, so beyond the reach of pardon,... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 954 páginas
...thee to the toil, sweep thee from earth, And drive thee down this precipice of fate. Ili>4' Thy reason is grown wild. Could thy weak hand Bring on this mighty ruin? If it could, What have I done so grievous to thy soul, •So deadly, so beyond the reach of pardon, That nothing but my life can... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 946 páginas
...thee to the toil, sweep thcc from earth, And drive thee down this precipice of fate. Hfist. Thy reason is grown wild. Could thy weak hand Bring on this mighty ruin ? If it could, What have I done so grievous to thy soul, So deadly, so beyond the reach of pardon, That nothing but my life can make... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 328 páginas
...thee to the toil, sweep thee from earth, And drive thee down this precipice of fate. Hast. Thy reason is grown wild. Could thy weak, hand Bring on this mighty ruin ? If it could, What have I done so grievous to thy soul, So deadly, so beyond the reach of pardon, That nothing but my life can make... | |
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Thy reason is grown wild. Could thy weak hand Bring on this mighty ruin? If it could, What have I done so grievous to thy soul, So deadly, so beyond the reach of pardon, That nothing but my life can make atonement? 
