Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Susan mourn; Though cannons roar, yet, safe from harms, William shall to his dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye. American Monthly Knickerbocker - Page 373edited by - 1844Full view - About this book
| Ballads, English - 1783 - 366 pages
...fkin is ivory fo white. P 4 Thus Thus every beauteous objeft that I view, Wakes in my foul fome charm of lovely Sue. Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Sufan mourn ; Though cannons roar, yet fafe from harms William mall to his dear return. Love turns... | |
| 1794 - 918 pages
...gale, Thy (kin is rvory fo white. Thus every beauteous objefl that I view, Wakes in my foul lome charm of lovely Sue. Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Sufan mourn; Though cannons roar, yet. fafe from harm«, William lhall to his dear return. Love turn»... | |
| Robert Anderson - English poetry - 1795 - 906 pages
...Thy fein is ivory fo white. Thus every beauteous objeél that I view, Wakes in my foul 1'ome charm of lovely Sue. Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Sufan mourn ; Though cannons roar, yet, fafe from harms, William (hall to his dear return. Love turns... | |
| English poetry - 1797 - 420 pages
...present wheresoe'er I go. 30 vi. . . If to far India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in di'monds bright, Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory, so white. Thus ev'ry beauteous object that I view Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue: vII. Tho' bailie call... | |
| Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1800 - 512 pages
...gale, Thy (kin is ivory fo white. Thue every beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my foul fume charm of lovely Sue. Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Sufan mourn ; Though cannons roar, yet, fafe from harrai, William (hall to his Dear return. Love turns... | |
| Philadelphia (Pa.) - 1814 - 640 pages
...they tell thee so, For thou art present whereso'cr I go. VI. If to far India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright; Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale: Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus cv'ry beauteous object which I view, Wakes in my soul seme charm of lovely Sue. VII. Nee, mea lux,... | |
| Philadelphia (Pa.) - 1814 - 652 pages
...present whcreso'er I go. VI. If to far India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds blight; Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale: Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus ev'ry beauteous object which I view, Wakes in my soul scms charm of lovely Sue. . _m__._ i_._ _.._... | |
| Charles Henry Wilson - English ballads and songs - 1803 - 228 pages
...they tell thee SO) For thou art present, wheresoe'er I go. If to far India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright : Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale ; Thy skin is ivory so white : Thus, ev'ry beauteous object that I view,. Wakes in my soul some charms of lovely Sue;. Tho' battles call... | |
| Goldfinch - 1805 - 276 pages
...they tell thee so, For thou art present wheresoe'er I go. If to fair India's coast we sail, Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright ; Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory so white. Thus ev'ry beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue. Though battle calls... | |
| Great Britain - 1804 - 508 pages
...gale, Thy fkin is ivory fo white. Thus every beauteous ohjeift that I view, Wakes in my foul fume charm of lovely Sue. Though battle call me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Sufao mourn ; Though cannons roar, yet, fafe from harm*, i William fhall to his Dear return. Love turns... | |
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