 | 1794 - 920 lehte
...then no ciime to gaze on me. See from my cheek the tranucnt rofes fly ! Sec the lall IparUc languish in my eye ! Till every motion, pulfe, and breath be o'er ; And ev'n my Abclanl be lov'd no more. O, death all eloquent I you only prove What dud we doat on, when 'tis man... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 906 lehte
...no crime to gaze on me. Sec from my check the tranfient rofes fly ! See the lad f;iar!;le languilh in my eye ! Till every motion, pulfe, and breath be o'er ; And еХл my Abelard be lov'd no more. O, death all eloquent ! you only prove What duft we doat on, when... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1796 - 264 lehte
...rofes fly ! See the laft fparkle languifh in my eye ! 'Till ev'ry motion, pulfe, and breath be o'er j And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more. Oh Death, all-eloquent ! you only prove 335 What duft we dote on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when Fate mall thy fair frame deftroy, (That caufe of all... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1797 - 428 lehte
...crime to gaze on me. 330 See from my cheek the tranfient rofes fly ! See the laft fparkle languifh in my eye ! Till every motion, pulfe, and breath be...doat on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when fate fhall thy fair frame deftroy, (That caufe of all my guilt, and all my joy) In trance extatic may thy... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1804 - 230 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 'tis man we love. Then too, when Fate shall thy fair frame destroy, (That cause... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1804 - 496 lehte
...crime to gaze on me. VJ See from niy cheek the tranfent rofes fly ! See the laft fparkle languith ia my eye ! Till every motion, pulfe, and breath be o'er; And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more, O Death all eloquent I you only prove 3:5 What duft we doat on, when 'tis man welnw!" Then too, when... | |
 | Great Britain - 1804 - 492 lehte
...on me. 3^0 See f»om my cheek the rmnfent rofcs tíy ! See the lait f|iar;,le languifh in my rye ! Till every motion, pulfe, and breath be o'er; And ev'n my Abelard be lov'd no more, О Death all eloquent ! yo:i only prove 334 What duft we doat on, when tis man w<? l«»c,¡ Then too,... | |
 | Alexander Pope, William Lisle Bowles - 1806 - 478 lehte
...crime to gaze on me. 330 See from my cheek the tranfient rofes fly ! See the laft fparkle languifh in my eye ! 'Till every motion, pulfe, and breath...doat on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when fate mall thy fair frame deftroy, (That caufe of all my guilt, and all my joy) In trance extatic may thy... | |
 | Alexander Pope, William Lisle Bowles - 1806 - 478 lehte
...crime to gaze on me. 330 See from my cheek the tranfient rofes fly ! See the laft fparkle languifh in my eye ! 'Till every motion, pulfe, and breath...doat on, when 'tis man we love. Then too, when fate mall thy fair frame deftroy, (That caufe of all my guilt, and all my joy) In trance extatic may thy... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1807 - 474 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. 0 Death, all-eloquent ! you only prove What dust we dote on, when 'tis man we love. No more my »al... | |
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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. 
