 That face, alas! no more is fair; Those lips no longer red: Dark are my eyes, now clos'd in death, And every charm is fled. The hungry worm my sister is; This winding-sheet I wear: And cold and weary lasts our night, Till that last morn appear.  The Works of David Mallet - Page 6by David Mallet - 1759 - 247 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Allan Ramsay - 1733 - 398 pages
...fifter is ; This winding-flieet I wear : And cold and weary lafts our night, Till that laft morn appear. But hark ! — the cock has warn'd me hence • A...long and late adieu ! Come fee, falfe man ! how low flie lies, That dy'd for love of you. . The lark fung out, the morning fmil'd, And rais'd her glift'ring... | |
 | Allan Ramsay - Ballads, English - 1750 - 492 pages
...; This winding-meet I wear : And cold and weary lafts our night, Till that Jafl morn appear. But ( But hark !--the cock has warn'd me hence-- A long and late adieu ! Come fee, falfe man, how low fhe lies, That dy'd for love of you. The lark fung out, the morning fmil'd, And n<is'd her glift'ring... | |
 | Moses Mendez - English poetry - 1770 - 334 pages
...; This winding fheet I wear : And cold and weary lafts our night, Till that laft morn appear. XfV. But hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence; A long and late adieu ! Come, fee, falfe man, how low me lies, Who dy'd for love of you. XV. The XV. The lark fung loud ; the morning fmil'd, With beams... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1779 - 702 pages
...is ; This winding-meet I weari And cold and weary lafts our night, Till that laft morn appear. XIV. But, hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence ; A long and late adieu ! Come, fee,- falfe man, how low fhe lies, Who dy'd for love of you. XV. The lark fung loud ; the morning fmil'd, With beams of rofy... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1779 - 362 pages
...weary lafts our night, Till that laft morn appear. • <• xrv. TJut, hark ! the cork has warn'il me hence ; '. A long and late adieu ! Come, fee, falfe man, how low me lies, ,Who dy'd for love of you. XV. The lark fung loud ; the morning finil'd. With beams of rofy... | |
 | English poetry - 1782 - 516 pages
...This winding-flieet I wear; * And cold and weary lafts our night, ' Till the laft morn appear. But, ' But, hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence } ' A long and late adieu ! ' Come fee, falfe man ! how low me lies ' Who dy'd for love of you.' The lark fung loud, the morning fmil'd With beams of rofy red... | |
 | 1783 - 1276 pages
...; " The winding-fhcet I wear ; " And cold and weary lails our night, " Till the laft morn appear. " But, hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence ; " A long...and late adieu ! " Come, fee, falfe man ! how low ihe lies «* Whody'd for love of yon !" Pale William ouak'd in every JiffV / • And raving l«fc hi*... | |
 | James Hartley (Ph. D.) - 1784 - 606 pages
...with hope ? " Why did you fwear to fave my neck, " Yet leave it to the rope ? " But hark, the fweep has warn'd me hence! " A long and late adieu ! " Come fee, falfe man, how low he lies " Who died a dupe to you !" The milkman bawl'd, the Welkin lour'd, And fmoke obfcurM the morn ; Black Charley... | |
 | English poetry - 1785 - 320 pages
...This winding fheet I wear : And cold and weary lafts our night, Till that laft morn appear. i XIV. But hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence ; A long and late adieu ! Come, fee, falfe man, how low fhe lie*, Who dy'd for love of you. XV. The lark fung loud ; the morning fmil'd, With beams of rofy... | |
 | John Walter - 1785 - 258 pages
...fifter is; The winding fheet I wear : And cold and weary lafts our night, Till that laft morn appear. But hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence ; A long and late adieu ! Come, fee, falfe man, how low Ihe lies, Who died for love of you. The lark fung loud ; the morning fmil'd, With beams of rofy red... | |
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