 | Thomas Southerne - 1774 - 376 pages
...driving us Into defpair ; they have not urg'd my doom, My father, and my brother are my fates, That drive me to my ruin. They knew well I was alive ; too well they knew how dear My IJ'atella- O my wife no more ! How dear her love was to me yet they ftood, With a malicious filent... | |
 | John Bell - 1776 - 382 pages
...driving us Into defpair ; they have not urg'd my doom ; My father and my brother are my fates, That drive me to my ruin. They knew well I was alive. Too well they knew how dear My Ifabella Oh, my wife no more ! How dear her love was to me — Yet they flood, With a malicious filent... | |
 | John Bell - 1780 - 382 pages
...driving us Into defpair ; they have not urg'd my doom ; My father and my brother are my fates, That drive me to my ruin. They knew well I was alive. Too well they knew how dear My Ifabeila— — Oh, ray wife no more ! How dear her love was to me — Yet they flood, With a malicious... | |
 | John Bell - 1776 - 422 pages
...of driving us Into defpair; they have not urg'd my doom; My father and my brother are my fates, That drive me to my ruin. They knew well I was alive. Too well they knew how dear My Ifabella Oh, my wife no more ! How dear her love was to me — Yet they flood, With a malicious filent... | |
 | John Bell - 1791 - 376 pages
...driving us Into despair ; they have not urg'd my doom 3 My father and my brother are my fates, That drive me to my ruin. They knew well I was alive. Too well they knew how dear My Isabella Oh, my wife no more I How dear her love was to me — Yet they stood, With a malicious silent joy,... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 456 pages
...driving us Into despair ; they have not urg'd my doom; My father and my brother are my fates, That drive me to my ruin. They knew well I was alive. Too well they knew how dear My Isabella -Oh, my wife no more I How dear her love was to me — Yet they stood, With a malicious silent joy,... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 288 pages
...siars, or heav'n, or fate ? They arc all innocent of driving us . Into despair; they have not urg'd my doom. My father and my brother are my fates To drive me to my ruin. Thev knew well I was alive : too well they knew how dear . My My Isabella O, my wife no more ! How... | |
 | 1804 - 486 pages
...driving us Into despair ; they have not urged my doom ; My father and my brother are my fates, That drive me to my ruin. They knew well I was alive. Too well they knew how dear My Isabella — Oh, my wife no more ! How dear her love was to me — Yet they stood, With a malicious silent joy,... | |
 | Thomas Southerne - 1808 - 68 pages
...I rave; . Why do 1 tax the stars, or Heav'n, or fate? ; My father and my brother are my fates, That drive me to my ruin. They knew well I was alive. Too well they knew how dear My Isabella - Oh, my wife no more ! How dear her love was to me — Yet they stood, With a malicious silent joy,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 314 pages
...! I rave : Why do I tax the stars, or Heav'n, or fate? My father and my brother are my fates, That drive me to my ruin. They knew well I was alive. Too well they knew how dear My Isabella Oh, my wife no more ! How dear her love was to me — Yet they stood, With a malicious silent joy,... | |
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Oh, my wife no more ! How dear her love was to me — Yet they stood, With a malicious silent joy, stood by, And saw her give up all my happiness, The treasure of her beauty, to another ; Stood by, and saw her married to another. 
