 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 - Pàgina 42per Alexander Pope - 1822Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Alexander Pope - 1717 - 468 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...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 pàgines
...; •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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