 Grief chokes my voice, and trembles on my tongue. Lonely and desolate I mourn the dead, The friend with whom my every comfort fled ! There is no anguish can with this compare ! No pains, diseases, suffering, or despair, Like that I feel, while such a...  Reliques of Irish Poetry: Consisting of Heroic Poems, Odes, Elegies, and ... - Side 284av Charlotte Brooke - 1816 - 464 siderUten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | Charles Phillips - 1818 - 242 sider
...ev'ry comfort fled. " There is no anguish ,can with this compare, " No pains, diseases, sufferings, nor despair, ' '*' Like that I feel, while such a loss...more ! " My bliss, my wealth of poetry is fled, " And ev'ry joy, with him I lov'd, is dead j .l.'IM Ma-. / i>/ J . " Alas ! what wonder (while my heart drops... | |
 | Charles Phillips - 1818 - 248 sider
...There is no anguish can with this compare, " No pains, diseases, sufferings, nor despair, " Like that 4 feel, while such a loss I mourn ; " My heart's companion..." Sweet-singing Harp, thy melody is o'er ! " Sweet friendship'! voice; I hear thy sound no more ! " My bliss, my wealth of poetry is fled, " And ev'ry... | |
 | Henry Riddell Montgomery - 1846 - 242 sider
...on my tongue. Lonely and desolate, I mourn the dead, The friend with whom my every comfort's fled! There is no anguish can with this compare ! No pains,...loss I mourn, My heart's companion from its fondness tornl Oh, insupportable, distracting grief! Woe that through life can never hope relief I Sweet-singing... | |
 | Daniel O'Sullivan - 1853 - 850 sider
...trembles on my tongue, Lonely and desolate, I mourn the dead, The friend with whom my every comfort fled ! There is no anguish can with this compare ! No pains,...grief! Woe, that through life, can never hope relief! Sweet singing harp! thy melody is o'er! Sweet friendship's voice! — I hear thy sound no more ! My... | |
 | Charles Anderton Read - 1879 - 404 sider
...trembles on my tongue. Lonely and desolate I mourn the dead, The friend with whom my every comfort fled! There is no anguish can with this compare ! No pains,...fondness torn ! Oh, insupportable, distracting grief I Woe, that through life can never hope relief ! Sweet-singing harp -thy melody is o'er I Sweet friendship's... | |
 | Charles MacCarthy Collins - 1885 - 352 sider
...trembles on my tongue ; Lonely and desolate I mourn the dead, The friend with whom my every comfort fled ! There is no anguish can with this compare ; No pains,...or despair, Like that I feel, while such a loss I moum, My heart's companion from its fondness torn. Oh, insupportable, distracting grief ! Woe, that... | |
 | 1893 - 386 sider
...trembles on my tongue. Lonely and desolate I mourn the dead, The friend with whom my every comfort fled ! There is no anguish can with this compare ! No pains,...o'er! Sweet friendship's voice— I hear thy sound no mors ! My bliss, my wealth of poetry is fled. And every Joy, with him I loved, is dead ! Alas ! what... | |
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