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The Works of Alexander Pope: Translations and imitations - Page 38
by Alexander Pope - 1751
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Poetical narratives, epistles, and humourous pieces, selected from the most ...

Poetical narratives - 1810 - 330 lehte
...cheek the transient roses fly! See the last sparkle languish in my eye ! 'Till every motion, pulse, and breath be o'er ; And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more. Oh Death all -eloquent! you only prove What dust we doat on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when...
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Poems by Cowley, Waller, Butler, Denham, Dryden, and Pomfret, 77–79. number

Abraham Cowley - 1810 - 314 lehte
...cheek the transient roses fly ! see the last sparkle languish in my eye! 'till ev'ry motion, pulse, and breath be o'er; and ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more. Oh death, all-eloquent! you only prove 335 what dust we dote on, when 't is man we love. Then too,...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With His Last Corrections, Additions ...

Alexander Pope - 1812 - 220 lehte
...cheek the transient roses fly ! See the last sparkle languish in my eye ! "Till ev'ry motion, pulse, and breath be o'er, And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more. Oh Death, all-eloquent ! you only prove 335 What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love. Then too,...
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Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical ..., 1. köide

John Aikin - 1820 - 832 lehte
...cheek the transient roses fly ! See the last sparkle languish in my eye ! TiH every motion, pulse, iP K+ 0 Death all eloquent ! you only prove What dust we doat on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when Fate...
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Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical ..., 5. köide

John Aikin - 1821 - 402 lehte
...cheek the transient roses fly ! See the last sparkle languish in my eye ! Till every motion, pulse, and breath be o'er ; And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more. O Death all eloquent ! you only prove What dust we doat on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when Fate shall...
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Select British Poets, Or, New Elegant Extracts from Chaucer to the Present ...

William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 lehte
...cheek the transient roses fly ! See the last sparkle languish in my eye ! Till every motion, pulse, wealth and place." For what? to have a box where eunuchs sing, An all eloquent! you only prove What dust we doat on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when fate shall...
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The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: With Notes and Illustrations by ..., 3. köide

Alexander Pope, William Roscoe - 1824 - 400 lehte
...cheek the transient roses fly! See the last sparkle languish in my eye! 'Till every motion, pulse, and breath be o'er; And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more. Oh Death all-eloquent! you only prove 335 What dust we doat on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when...
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The Works of Alexander Popekesq., with Notes and Illustrations by ..., 3. köide

Alexander Pope - 1824 - 398 lehte
...cheek the transient roses fly ! See the last sparkle languish in my eye ! 'Till every motion, pulse, and breath be o'er ; And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more. h Death all-eloquent ! you only prove 335 What dust we doat on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when...
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Select Poets of Great Britain: To which are Prefixed, Criticial Notices of ...

William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 lehte
...eheek the transient roses fly ! See the last sparkle languish in my eye ! Till every motion, pulse, ehsaf'd me a look, I never onee dreamt of my vine : May I lose both all eloquent ! you only prove What dust we doat on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when fate shall...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, 1. köide

Alexander Pope - 1831 - 384 lehte
...! See the last sparkle languish in my eye ! Till every motion, pulse, and breath be o'er ; And e'en my Abelard be lov'd no more. O Death, all-eloquent ! you only prove What dust we doat on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when fate shall thy fair frame destroy (That...
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