 | John Bell - 1792 - 340 psl.
...that too. Bev. No more of this— -you wring my heart. Char. Would that the misery were all your own \ But innocence must suffer Unthinking rioter ! whose home was heaven to him ; an angel dwelt there, and a little cherub, that crowned his days with blessings. — How he has lost this heaven to league... | |
 | 1804 - 486 psl.
...that too. Bev. No more of this you wring my heart. Char. Would that the misery were all your own ! But innocence must suffer Unthinking rioter ! whose home was heaven to him ; an angel dwelt there, and a little cherub, that crowned his days with blessings. — How he has lost this heaven to league... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 358 psl.
...too. Bev. No more of this — you wring my heart. Char. 'Would that the misery were all your own ! But innocence must suffer — Unthinking rioter !...whose home was heaven to him ! an angel dwelt there, and a little cherub, that crowned his days with blessings. — How he has lost this heaven, to league... | |
 | Charles Macklin - 1808 - 380 psl.
...too. Bev. No more of this — you wring my heart. Char. 'Would that the misery were all your own ! But innocence must suffer — Unthinking rioter !...whose home was heaven to him ! an angel dwelt there, and a little cherub, that crowned his days with blessings. — How he has lost this heaven, to league... | |
 | 1811 - 620 psl.
...that too. Bev. No more of this — you wring my heart. Char. Would that the misery were all your own ! But innocence must suffer — Unthinking rioter !...whose home was heaven to him ; an angel dwelt there, and a little cherub, that crowned his days with blessings. — How he has lost this heaven to league... | |
 | British drama - 1811 - 624 psl.
...— you wring my heart. Char. Would that the misery were all your own ! But innocence must sutler — Unthinking rioter ! whose home was heaven to him ; an angel dwelt there, and a little cherub, that crowned his days with blessings. — How be has lost this heaven to league... | |
 | Thomas Dibdin - 1815 - 498 psl.
...too. Bev. No more of tliis — you wring my heart. Char. 'Would that the misery were all your own! But innocence must suffer — Unthinking rioter! —...whose home was heaven to him ! an angel dwelt there, and a little cherub, that crown'd his days with blessings. — How has he lost this heaven, to league... | |
 | 1830 - 626 psl.
...She reproached him with bitterness for his folly, and cruelty to his wife and child ; but Beverley, whose own heart was galled with a full sense of his...whose home was heaven to him ! an angel dwelt there, and a little cherub, that crowned his days with blessings ! — How has he lost this heaven, to league... | |
 | British drama - 1824 - 834 psl.
...too. Bev. No more of this — you wring my heart. Char. W'ould that the misery were all your own ! But innocence must suffer. Unthinking rioter ! whose home was heaven to him ! an angel dwelt there, and a little cherub, that crowned .his days with blessings. How has he lost this heaven, to league... | |
 | 1824 - 656 psl.
...too! Бес. No more of this; you wring my heart! Char. 'Would that the misery were all your own ! But innocence must suffer. Unthinking rioter ! whose home was heaven to him : an angel dwelt there, and a little cherub, that crowned his days with blessings ! how he has lost this heaven to league with... | |
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I'ma beggar. — Why, tell it now. I, that can bear the ruin of those dearer to me — the ruin of a sister and her infant, can bear that too. Bev. No more of this — you wring my heart. Char. 
