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" Cross before my lifted eye, Teach me at once, and learn of me to die. Ah then, thy once-lov'd Eloi'sa see ! It will be then no crime to gaze on me. "
The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: In Nine Volumes Complete, with His Last ... - Page 43
by Alexander Pope - 1760
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The Works of Alexander Pope, Esq: With Notes and Illustrations by ..., 3. köide

Alexander Pope, William Roscoe - 1824 - 404 lehte
...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 fate shall thy fair frame destroy, (That cause of all my guilt, and all my joy) In trance extatic may thy...
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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, 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...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, 1. köide

Alexander Pope - 1831 - 384 lehte
...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 cause of all my guilt, and all my joy), In trance ecstatic may thy...
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Lettres d'Abailard et d'Héloïse, 1. köide

Peter Abelard, Héloïse, François Guizot - 1839 - 410 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. 0 Death all-eloquent ! you only prove What dust we doat on , when 'tis man we love. Then too , when...
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Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Ben Jonson ...

John Aikin - 1841 - 840 lehte
...cheek the transient roses fly ! See the last sparkle languish in my eye ! Till every motion, pulse, ian О Death all eloquent! you only prove What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love. Then loo, when Fate...
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Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Ben Jonson ...

John Aikin - 1843 - 826 lehte
...cheek the transient roses fly ! See the last sparkle languish in my eye ! Till every motion, pulse, ₀ d". 1843 T. Wardle" Aikin John" John Aiki O Death all eloquent ! you only prove What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when Fate...
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The works of Alexander Pope, with notes and illustrations, by ..., 3. köide

Alexander Pope - 1847 - 442 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 fate shall thy fair fame destroy, (That cause...
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The Works of the British Poets, Selected and Chronologically Arranged ...

1852 - 874 lehte
...cheek the transient roses fly ! See the last sparkle languish in my eye ! Till every motion, pulse, nd turn their heads to imitate the Sun. Go, teach Eternal 0 Death all eloquent ! you only prove Wfcat dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope: With a Life, 1. köide

Alexander Pope, Alexander Dyce - 1854 - 352 lehte
...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 cause of all my guilt, and all my joy), In trance ecstatic may thy...
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The Works of Alexander Pope ...

Alexander Pope - 1856 - 512 lehte
...fly! See the last sparkle languish in my eye ! 'Till ev'ry motion, pulse, and breath be o'er; And e'en my Abelard be lov'd no more, \ Oh death, all-eloquent! you only prove What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when fate shall thy fair frame destroy, (That...
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