Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee And cherishd thine image for years; Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee, In secret, in silence, and tears.
Mrs. (David) Porter: Thou hast wounded the Spirit.
The mother said to her daughter, Daughter, bid thy daughter tell her daughter that her daughters daughter hath a daughter.
George Hakewill: Apologie. Book iii. Chap. v. Sect. 9.3
Note 1. Hope told a flattering tale, That Joy would soon return; Ah! naught my sighs avail, For Love is doomed to mourn. Anonymous (air by Giovanni Paisiello, 17411816): Universal Songster, vol. i. p. 320. [back]