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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 English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer Poems

William Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson - 1911 - 792 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. 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 Leading English Poets from Chaucer to Browning

Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 952 lehte
...cheek the transient roses fly ! See the last sparkle languish in my eye ! Till ev'ry motion, pulse, t, guided from above, Dear Lady ! friend devontest of iny O Death, all-eloquent ! you only prove What dust we doat on, when 't is man we love. Then too, when...
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Selected Poems of Alexander Pope

Alexander Pope - 1916 - 160 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. O Death all-eloquent ! you only prove What dust we dote on, when 't is man we love. Then too, when...
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The Poems of Alexander Pope: A One-volume Edition of the Twickenham Text ...

Alexander Pope - 1963 - 884 lehte
...my 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. O death all-eloquent! you only prove 335 What dust we doat on, when ‘tis man we love. Then too, when...
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Selected Poems of Alexander Pope

Alexander Pope - 1926 - 312 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. O Death all-eloquent ! you only prove 335 What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when...
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