 Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign; Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine. Fair eyes, and tempting looks (which yet I view!) Long lov'd, ador'd ideas!  The Works of Alexander Pope - Страница 42написао/ла Alexander Pope - 1822Пуни преглед - О овој књизи
 | Alexander Pope - 1717 - 468 страница
...Take back my fruitlefs penitence and pray'rs, Snatch me, juft mounting, from the bleft abode, Aflift the Fiends and tear me from my God ! No, fly me, fly me ! far as Pole from Pole ; Rife Alps between us ! and whole oceans roll ! Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor... | |
 | 1720 - 302 страница
...Take back my fruitlefs penitence and pray'rs, Snatch me, juft mounting, from the bleft abode, Affift the fiends and tear me from my God! No, fly me, fly me! far as pole from pole; Rife Alps between us! and whole oceans roll! Ah come not, write rtbt, think not once of me, Nor ftiare... | |
 | William Ayre, Edmund Curll - 1745 - 392 страница
...Take back my fruitlefs Penitence and Pray'rs, Snatch me, juft mounting, from the Bleft above, Affift the Fiends and tear me from my God ! No, fly me, fly me ! far as Pole from Pole ; Rife jflpi between us ! and whole Oceans roll ! Ah Ah come not, write not, think not once of nje,... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1751 - 254 страница
...back my fruidds penitence and pray'rs ; 286 Snatch me, juft mounting, from the bleft abode ; Affift the fiends, and tear me from my God ! No, fly me, fly me, far as Pole from Pole ; Rife Alps between us ! and whole oceans roll ! 290 Ah,. come not, write not, think not once of me,... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1751 - 250 страница
...back my fruitlefs penitence and pray'rs ; 286 Snatch me, juft mounting, from the bleft abode ; Aflift the fiends, and tear me from my God ! No, fly me, fly rhe, far as Pole from Pole ; Rife Alps between us ! and whole oceans roll ! 290 Ah, come not, write... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1752 - 338 страница
...Take back my fruitlefs penitence and pray 'rib ; Snatch me juft mounting, from thebleft abode;. A/lift the fiends, and tear me from my God ! No, fly me, fly me* far as Pole from Pole ; Rife Alps between us! and whole oceans roll! 290 Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1754 - 268 страница
...penitence and pray'rs ; 36 ELOISATOABELARD. Snatch me juft mounting, from the bleft abode ; Affift the fiends, and tear me from my God ! No, fly me, fly me, far as Pole from Pole ; Rife Alps between us ! and whole oceans roll ! 290 Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1760 - 304 страница
...back my fruitlefs penitence and pray'rs ; Snatch me, juft mounting, from the bleft abode .f Affift the fiends, and tear me from my God ! No, fly me, fly me, far as Pole from Pole ; Rife Alps between us ! and whole oceans roll ! 290 Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me,... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1767 - 288 страница
...penitence and pray'rs ; Snatch me, juft mounting, from the bleft abode; Affift the fiends, and war me from my God ! No, fly me, fly me, far as Pole from Pole ; Rife Alps between us ! and whole oceans roll ! Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1770 - 378 страница
...; •Affift the fiends,, and tear me from my God ! No, fly me, flyme, far as Pole from Pole ; Rife Alps between us.! and whole oceans roll ! 290 Ah, come not, write not, thinjc not once of me* Nor fhare one pang of all. I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory refign... | |
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