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The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Nine Volumes Complete, with His Last ... - Page 43
by Alexander Pope - 1760
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Spenser. Shakespeare. Milton. Dryden. Pope. Young

Percival Stockdale - 1807 - 628 lehte
...breath be o'er ; And even my Abelard be loved no more. Oh ! 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 , (The cause of all my guilt, and all my joy !) In trance ecstatick may...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: In Four Volumes. Collated with the ...

Alexander Pope, Thomas Park - 1808 - 328 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 ! yon only prove What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when...
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Poetical Works

Alexander Pope - 1808 - 334 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 dote on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when...
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The Muses' Bower,: Embellished with the Beauties of English Poetry, 2. köide

English poetry - 1809 - 296 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 fate shall thy fair frame destroy, (That...
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Specimens of the British poets, 2. köide

British poets - 1809 - 526 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 dote on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when...
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Specimens of the British Poets ...

1809 - 488 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 lo.v'd no more. O Death, all-eloquent! you only prove What dust we dote ou, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when fate...
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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, when Fate shall thy fair frame destroy (that cause...
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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 fate shall thy fair frame destroy, (That...
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The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Broome, Pope, Pitt ...

Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 538 lehte
...breath be o'er; An. I ev'n my Ahelard be lov'd no more. О Death all eloquent ! you only prove What Just we doat on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when Fate «hall thy fair fjrame de(That cause of all my guilt, and all my joy) [«troy, în trance extatic may...
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Poems

Joseph Addison - 1810 - 312 lehte
...last sparkle languish in my eye! 'till ev'ry motion, pulse, and breath be o'er; and ev'n my Abtlard 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, when Fate shall thy fair frame destroy (that cause...
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