 | Ballads, English - 1725 - 328 pages
...When injur'd Ghofts complain ; Now dreary Graves give up their Dead, To haunt the faithlefs Swain. Bethink thee William of thy Fault, Thy Pledge, and broken Oath, And give me back my Maiden Vow, And give me back my Troth. How could you fay my Face was fair, And yet that Face forfake... | |
 | Ambrose Philips - 1725 - 324 pages
...When injur'd Ghoils complain ; Now dreary Graves give up their Dead, To haunt the faithlefs Swain. Bethink thee William of thy Fault, Thy Pledge, and broken Oath, And give me back my Maiden Vow, And give me back my Troth. How could you fay my Face was fair, And yet that Face forfake... | |
 | Ballads, English - 1725 - 320 pages
...yet that Face forfake 1 Hou could you win my Virgin Heart, Yet leave that Heart to break ? How could you promife Love to me, And not that Promife keep ? Why did you Swear mine Eyes were bright, Vet leave thofe Eyes to weep ? How could you fay my Lip was fweet, And... | |
 | David Lewis - English poetry - 1726 - 350 pages
...referent humida claujlra fuis; Now dreary Graves give up their Dead, To haunt the faithlefs Swain. VIII. Bethink thee, William^ of thy Fault, Thy Pledge, and broken Oath; And give me back my Maiden Vow, And give me back my Troth. IX. How could you fay my Face was fair, And yet that Face forfake... | |
 | David Lewis - English poetry - 1726 - 346 pages
...; Now dreary Graves give up their Dead, Tp haunt the faithlefs Swain. VIII. Bethink thee, fFiUiam^ of thy Fault, Thy Pledge, and broken Oath ; And give me back my Maiden Vow, And give me back my Troth. IX. How could you fay my Face was fair, And yet that Face forfake... | |
 | David Mallet - English poetry - 1728 - 88 pages
...Hour, When injur'd Ghofts complain ; When yauning Graves give up their Dead To haunt the faithlefs Man. Bethink Thee, William, of thy Fault, Thy Pledge, and broken Oath : And give Me back my Maiden Vow, And give Me back my Troth. Why Why did you promifc Love to Me, And not that Promife keep... | |
 | Allan Ramsay - 1733 - 398 pages
...fair, And yet that face forfake ? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break t Why did you promife love to me, And not that promife keep ? Why fiidyou, that my eyes were bright, , Yet left thefe eyes to weep? How could you fwear, my lip was fweet,... | |
 | Vincent Bourne - English poetry - 1734 - 168 pages
...Now dreary Graves give up their Dead, To haunt the faithlefs Swain. * VIÎÎ. Bethink thee, Wslliam, of thy Fault,, Thy Pledge, and broken Oath ; And give me back my Maiden Vow, And give me back my Troth. IX. How could you iky my Face was fair,. And yet that Face forfake... | |
 | Allan Ramsay - Ballads, English - 1750 - 492 pages
...hoar. When injur'd ghofts complain, And aid the fecret fears of night, To fright the faithlefs man. i Bethink thee, William, of thy fault, Thy pledge and...me back my maiden-vow, And give me back my troth. How could you fay, my face was fair. And yet that face forfake ? How could you win that virgin heart.... | |
 | 1764 - 666 pages
...vivert ditrtts «me«p, VIU reneorfp fumtlas usaxa, b#c el'uir K&g, VHI. In PROSE VIII. Bethink ther, William, of thy fault, Thy pledge, and broken oath ; And give me back my maiden vow, And give me back my troth. IX. How could you fay my face was fair, And yet that face forfake... | |
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Bethink thee, William, of thy fault, Thy pledge and broken oath: And give me back my maiden vow, And give me back my troth. 
