 | 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...Pole ; Rife Alps between us ! and whole oceans roll ! Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor fhare one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths... | |
 | 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...pole; Rife Alps between us! and whole oceans roll! Ah come not, write rtbt, think not once of me, Nor ftiare one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths... | |
 | 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, Nor fhare... | |
 | 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,...Ah,. come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor lhare one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory refign ; Forget, renounce me, hate... | |
 | 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 - 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,...Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor mare one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory refign ; Forget, renounce me, hate... | |
 | Muse - 1757 - 248 pàgines
...Snatch me, juft mounting, from the bleftAbode ; Afiift the Fiends, and tear me from my God ! G 5 No, 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 fhare one Pang of all I felt for thee. Thy Oaths... | |
 | 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,...Ah, come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor mare one pang of all I felt for thee. 42 ELOISA TO ABELARD. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory refign ; Forget,... | |
 | SEVERAL HANDS - 1762 - 536 pàgines
...th« flues, Eh:fa t, Tlie tranfuion of paffion are not the l«aft beauties of thele elegiac Epiftles. 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 fharc one pang of all I felr for thee. * Thy... | |
 | 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 fhare one pang ,of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths... | |
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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. 
