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" And truths divine came mended from that tongue. From lips like those what precept fail'd to move ? Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love : Back thro' the paths of pleasing sense I ran, Nor wish'd an Angel whom I lov'da Man. "
The Love Letters of Abelard and Heloise - Page 99
by Peter Abelard - 1908 - 132 lehte
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The Works of Mr. Alexander Pope, 1. köide

Alexander Pope - 1717 - 468 lehte
...foon they taught me 'twas no fin to love. Back thro' the paths of pleating fenfe I ran, Nor wifh'd an Angel whom I lov'da Man. Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee, Nor envy them, that heav'n I lofe for thee. How oft', when prefs'd to marriage, have...
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Miscellaneous Poems and Translations: By Several Hands. Particularly, I ...

1720 - 302 lehte
...foon they taught me'twas no fin to love. Back thro' the paths of pleafing fenfe I ran, Nor wifti'd an angel whom I lov'da man. Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee, Nor envy them, that heav'n I lofe for thee. How oft', when prefs'd to marriage, havelfaid,...
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The muse in a moral humour: being a collection of tales, fables, pastorals ...

Muse - 1757 - 248 lehte
...foon they taught me 'twas no Sin to Love : Back thro' the Paths of pleafing Senfe 1 ran, Nor wifh'd an Angel whom I lov'da Man. Dim and remote the Joys of Saints I fee ; Nor envy them that Heav'n I lof'e for thee. How oft', when preft to marriage, have I faid, Curfe...
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Various Poems: The Wanderer, a Moral Poem, The Triumph of Mirth and Health ...

Richard Savage - 1761 - 226 lehte
...foon they taught me 'twas no fin to love : Back thro' the paths of pleafing fenfe I ran, Nor wifh'd an Angel whom I lov'da Man. Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee; Nor envy them that heav'n I lofe for thee. How oft', when preft to marriage, have I faid,...
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The Beauties of English Poesy, 1. köide

Oliver Goldsmith - 1767 - 294 lehte
...foon they taught me 'twas no fin to love : Back thro' the paths of pleafing fenfe I ran, Nor wifh'd an Angel, whom I lov'da Man. Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee ; Nor envy them that Heav'n I lofe for thee. How oft, when prefs'd to marriage, have I...
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Bell's Edition, 75–76. köide

John Bell - 1796 - 524 lehte
...ho:.i.', what precept fail'd to move .' Too soon they taught me 'twas no sin to love ; Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran. Nor wish'd an angel whom I lov'da man. 70 Dim and remote the joys of saints I see ; Nor envy them that heav'n I loose for thee. How oft, when...
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Letters of Abelard and Heloise. To which is prefix'd, A particular account ...

Petrus Abaelardus - 1782 - 162 lehte
...ion they taught me 'twas no fin to love: Back through the paths of pleafing fenfe I ran, Norvvifl1'd an angel whom I lov'da man. Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee, Nor envy them that heav'n I lofe for thee. How oft', when preft to marriage, have I faid,...
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The Beauties of Pope: Consisting of Selections from His Poetical and Prose Works

Alexander Pope - 1783 - 322 lehte
...foon they taught me. 'twas no fin to love: Back through the paths of pleafing fenfe I ran, Nor wifh'd an Angel whom I lov'da Man. Dim and remote the joys of faints I fee ; Nor envy them that heav'n I lofe for thee. How oft, -when prefs'd to marriage, have...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope

Alexander Pope - 1890 - 562 lehte
...no sin to love: Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran, Nor wished an angel whom I loved a man. Dim and remote the joys of saints I see; Nor...envy them that heav'n I lose for thee. How oft, when pressed to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made ? Love, free as air,...
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Beispielsammlung zur Theorie und Literatur der Schönen Wissenschaften, 6. köide

Johann Joachim Eschenburg - 1791 - 514 lehte
...they taught me 'twas no fin to love: Pack through the pathi of pleafing fenfe I rant . , Nor wifh'd an angel whom I lov'da man. Dim and remote the joys of Saints I fee, Nor envy them that heav'ni lofe for thee. / How oft, when prefs'd to marriage, have I faid, Curfe...
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