 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 504 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Poetical narratives - 1810 - 332 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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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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. 
