| William Hayley - 1803 - 206 pages
...nice machine; TEMPER, my earthly name, the nurse of Love 1 But call'd SOPHRQSYNE in realms above! When lovely Woman, perfect at her birth, Blest with her...sweet simplicity array 'd, Nor shar'd my guidance, nor requir'd my aid. Her tender frame, nor confident aor coy, Had every fibre tun'd to gentle joy: No vain... | |
| William Hayley - 1812 - 188 pages
...machine ; TEMPER, my earthly name, the nurse of Love.! But call'd SOPHHOSYNE in realms above ! When lovely woman, perfect at her birth, Blest with her...the wond'ring earth, Her soul, in sweet simplicity array'd, Nor shar'd my guidance, nor requir'd my aid. Her tender frame, nor confident, nor coy, Had... | |
| William Hayley - 1812 - 188 pages
...machine ; TEMFEK, my earthly name, the nurse of Love I But csdl'd SOPHROSYNE in realms above ! When lovely woman, perfect at her birth, Blest with her...the wond'ring earth, Her soul, in sweet simplicity array'd, Nor shar'd my guidance, nor requir'd my aid. Her tender frame, nor confident, nor coy, Had... | |
| William Hayley - 1817 - 190 pages
...machine ; TEMPEK, my earthly name, the nurse of love ! But call'd SOPHROSYNE in realms above ! When lovely woman, perfect at her birth, Blest with her...wond'ring earth. Her soul, in sweet simplicity array M, Nor shar'd my guidance, nor requir'd my aid. Her tender frame, nor confident, nor coy, Had every... | |
| 1826 - 300 pages
...of Love ! But call'd Sophrosyne in realms above ! When lovely woman, perfect at her birth, Bless'd with her early charms the wond'ring earth, Her soul in sweet simplicity array'd, Nor shar'd my guidance, nor requir'd my aid. Her tender frame, nor confident nor coy, Had... | |
| 1865 - 380 pages
...chill'd at the pole, If woman be there, there is happiness too. Moore. Her Primeval Innocence. When lovely woman, perfect at her birth, Blest with her early charms the wondering earth, Her soul, in sweet simplicity array'd, Nor shared my guidance nor required my aid.... | |
| Henry Southgate - 1865 - 398 pages
...chill'd at the pole, If woman be there, there is happiness too. Moore. Her Primeval Innocence. When lovely woman, perfect at her birth, Blest with her early charms the wondering earth, Her soul, in sweet simplicity array'd, Nor shared my guidance nor required my aid.... | |
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