 Failed in, for grief down dropped she on his lute, And brake her heart. It was the quaintest sadness, To see the conqueror upon her hearse To weep a funeral elegy of tears ; That, trust me, my Amethus, I could chide Mine own unmanly weakness, that made...  Dramatic Works - Page 125by John Ford - 1811Full view - About this book
 | Charles Lamb - English drama - 1808 - 512 pages
...imitate These several sounds : which when her warbling throat Fail'd in, for grief down dropt she on his lute And brake her heart. It was the quaintest sadness,...upon her hearse To weep a funeral elegy of tears. He looks upon the trophies of his art, Then sigh'd, then wiped his eyes, then sigh'd, and cried, "... | |
 | Charles Lamb - Drama - 1813 - 508 pages
...imitate These several sounds : which when her warbling throat Fail'd in, for grief down dropt she on his lute And brake her heart. It was the quaintest sadness,...upon her hearse To weep a funeral elegy of tears. -He looks upon the trophies of his art, Then sigh'd, then wiped his eyes, then sigh'd, and cried, "... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - English literature - 1820 - 594 pages
...which when her warbling throat Fail'd in, for grief, down dropp'd she on bis lute, And brake her hearti It was the quaintest sadness, To see the conqueror...funeral elegy of tears ; That, trust me, my Amethus, 1 could chide Mine own unmanly weakness, that made me A fellow-mourner with him.' The extraordinary... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 pages
...These several sounds: which, when her warbling throat Fail'd in, for grief, down dropp'd she on his lute, And brake her heart. It was the quaintest sadness, To see the aouqt'eror upon her hearse, > To weep a funeral elegy of tears, That, trust me, my Amethus, I could... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - Country life - 1824 - 312 pages
...imitate These several sounds ; which when her warbling throat. Failed in, for grief down dropt she on his lute, And brake her heart. It was the quaintest sadness...upon her hearse To weep a funeral elegy of tears. He look VI upon the trophies of his art, Then sigh'd, then wip'd his eyes ; then sigb'd, and cry'd,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - Country life - 1825 - 312 pages
...imitate These several sounds; which when her warbling throat Failed in, for grief down dropt she on bis lute, And brake her heart. It was the quaintest sadness To see the conqueror of on her hearse To weep a funeral elegy of tears. He look'd upon the trophies of his art, Thou sigh'd,... | |
 | John Ford - Dramatists, English - 1827 - 688 pages
...ordain'd to be Music's first martyr, strove to imitate These several sounds: which, when her warbling And brake her heart! It was the quaintest sadness,...of tears; That, trust me, my Amethus, I could chide 5 Mine own unmanly weakness, that made me A fellow-mourner with him. Amet. I believe thee. Men. He... | |
 | John Ford - Dramatists, English - 1827 - 712 pages
...These several sounds; which, when her warbling throat Fail'd in, for grief, down dropp'd she on his lute, And brake her heart ! It was the quaintest sadness,...elegy of tears; That, trust me, my Amethus, I could chide5 Mine own unmanly weakness, that made me A fellow-mourner with him. Amet. I believe thee. Men.... | |
 | John Ford - 1831 - 644 pages
...These several sounds: which, when her warbling" throat Fail'd in, for grief, down dropp'd she on his lute, And brake her heart! It was the quaintest sadness,...believe thee. Men. He look'd upon the trophies of his art, Then sigh'd, then wiped his eyes, then sigh'd and cried, " Alas, poor creature ! I will soon... | |
 | John Ford - 1831 - 396 pages
...in one full centre of delight. Amet. Now for the bird. Fail'd in, for grief, down dropp'd she on his lute, And brake her heart ! It was the quaintest sadness,...believe thee. Men. He look'd upon the trophies of his art, Then sigh'd, then wiped his eyes, then sigh'd and cried : " Alas, poor creature ! I will soon... | |
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