 | Alexander Pope, George Gilfillan - 1856 - 356 lehte
...breath be o'er ; And even my Abelard be loved no more. 0 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... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1863 - 348 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... | |
 | Henry Thomas Liddell Earl of Ravensworth - 1865 - 182 lehte
...crime to gaze on me. 330 See from my cheek the tran fient rofes fly ! See the laft fparkle languifh in my eye ! 'Till every motion, pulfe, and breath be o'er ; And ev'n my Abelard be loved no more. Oh Death all-eloquent ! you only prove What duft we doat on, when 'tis man we love.... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1869 - 580 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. О Death all-eloquent! you only prove 335 What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1876 - 836 lehte
...cheek the transient roses fly ! See the last sparkle languish in my eye ! Till every motion, pulse, a " 0 Death all eloquent! you only prove WL«t dust we dole on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when Fate... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1871 - 542 lehte
...be o'er ; And ev'n my Abelard be loved no more. Oh death all-eloquent 1 you only prove s» What dust we doat on, when 'tis man we love.* Then too, when fate shall thy fair fame destroy, (That cause of all my guilt, and all my joy)' In trance ecstatic may thy... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1893 - 566 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... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1893 - 586 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... | |
 | Peter Abelard - 1908 - 152 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... | |
 | William Stanley Braithwaite - 1909 - 900 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 What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when fate... | |
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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. 
