 Of each I met, with pleading tears I fought. In vain I fought; fome, confcious of my pain, With horrid filence pointed to the main. Some with a fneer the brutal thought exprefs'd.  Poems - Page 17by William Dodd - 1767 - 271 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Muse - 1757 - 248 pages
...thofe of Seas, and Storms, and Foes. Each joylefs Morning, with the rifing Sun, Quick to the Strand my Feet fpontaneous run : " Where, where's my Prince...fought — fome, confcious of my Pain, With horrid Silence pointed to the Main ; Some with a Sneer the brutal Thought expreft, And plung'd the Dagger... | |
 | Francis Fawkes - 1763 - 270 pages
...foes infeft ? My heart, in all this tedious abfence, knows No thoughts but thofe of feas, and ftorms, and foes. Each joylefs morning, with the rifing fun,...brutal thought expreft, And plung'd the dagger of a barbarous jeft^ Day fallow'd day, and ftill I wifh'd the next, New hopes ftill flatter'd, and new doubts... | |
 | 1781 - 512 pages
...infeft !• My heart, in all this tedious abfence, knows No thoughts bat thofe of feas, and ftorms, and. foes. Each joylefs morning, with the rifing fun,...to the main. Some with a fneer the brutal thought exprefs'd. And plung'd the dagger of a barb'rous jeft. Day follow'd day, and ftill I wifh'd the next,... | |
 | 1781 - 516 pages
...abfence, knows No thoughts but thcfe of feas, and ftorms, and foes. Each joylefs morning, with the riling fun, Quick to the ftrand my feet fpontaneous run :...to the main. Some with a fneer the brutal thought exprefs'd. And plung'd the dagger of a barb'rous jeft. Day follow'd day, and ftill I wifli'd the next,... | |
 | G. Pearch, Robert Dodsley - 1783 - 346 pages
...joylefs morning, with the rifing fun, Quiek to the flrand my feet fpontaneous run : " Where, w here's my prince! what tidings have ye brought?'* Of each...pain, With horrid filence pointed to the main. Some Some with a fneer the brutal thought expreft, And plung'd the dagger of a barb'rous jeft: Day follow'd... | |
 | 1789 - 192 pages
...storms, and foes Each joyless morning, with the rising sun, Qijick to the strand my feet spontaneous run : " Where, where's my Prince! what tidings have...ye brought?" Of each I met, with pleading tears I sought. In vain I sought ; some, conscious of my pain, With horrid silence pointed to the main. Some... | |
 | 1749 - 694 pages
...dove, " Kcconics, unitloj mij^fl^ aod luve.'— foes. Each joyleft morning, with the rifing fun, Qmck to the ftrand my feet fpontaneous run : " Where, where's my prince! what tiding! have ye brought ?' ' Of each I met, with pleading tears I (ought. In vain I fought — fome,... | |
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