 You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole her, At dead of night ! that cursed hour you chose To rifle me of all my heart held dear. May all your joys in her prove false, like mine ! A sterile fortune and a barren bed Attend you both : continual discord...  My life, by the author of 'Stories of Waterloo'. - Side 192av William Hamilton Maxwell - 1835Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | Thomas Otway - 1899 - 64 sider
...Rose in her soul; for from that hour she lov'd me, Till for her life she paid me with herself. PRIULI. You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole her, At dead of night ; that cursed hour you chose To rifle me of all my heart held dear. May all your joys in her prove... | |
 | Thomas Otway - 1797 - 456 sider
...Rose in her soul : for from that hour she lov'd me, 'Till for her life she paid me with herself. Pri. You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole her, At dead of night! that cursed hour you chose To rifle me of all my heart held dear. May all your joys in her prove false,... | |
 | John Bell - 1792 - 340 sider
...Rose in her soul : for from that hour she lov'd ine, 'Till for her life she paid me with herself. Pri. You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole her, At dead of night! that cursed hour you chose To rifle me of all my heart held dear. May all your joys in her prove false,... | |
 | James Burgh - 1804 - 308 sider
...the waves, I hazarded my life for her's ; and she Has richly paid me with her generous love. Priuli. You stole her from me, like a thief you stole her, At dead of night. That cursed hour you chose' To rifle me of all my heart held dear. But may your joy in her prove false... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 954 sider
...Ruse m her soul : for from that hour she loved me, Tili for her life she paid me with herself, in. You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole her, At dead of night ! that cursed hour you chose, To rifle me of all my heart held dear. May all your joys in her prove... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 946 sider
...Rose in her soul : for from that hour she loved me, Till for her life she paid me with herself. Pri. You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole her, At dead of night ! that cursed hiur you chose, To rifle me of all my heart held dear. May all yo'ur joys in her prove... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 382 sider
...in her soul : for from that hour she lov'd me, Till for her life she paid me with herself. Priuli. You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole her, At dead of night ; that cursed hour you chose To rifle me of all my heart held dear. May all your joys in her prove... | |
 | 1811 - 718 sider
...gratitude in her soul: for from that hour shsloved me, for her life she paid me with herself. Pri. K ! that cursed hour you cliose, To rifle me of all my heart held dear. May all your joys in her prove... | |
 | DR. JOHNSON - 1812 - 480 sider
...Rose in her soul ; for from that hour she lov'd met Till for her life she paid me with herself. Pri. You stole her from me; like a thief, you stole her At dead of night ; that cursed hour you chose To rifle me of all my heart held dear. May all your joys in her prove... | |
 | Thomas Otway, Thomas Thornton - 1813 - 358 sider
...Silden. Mar, Claus. lib. \. Thii circumstance is frequently alluded to in the course «f the play. Priu. You stole her from me; like a thief you stole her, At dead of night ; that cursed hour you chose To rifle me of all my heart held dear. May all your joys in her prove... | |
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