 | Alexander Pope - 1848 - 642 pàgines
...the vows I made. Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew, Not on the cross my eyes were fix'd, hut you : Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call ; And if I lose thy love, I lose my all. Come, with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe , Those still at least... | |
 | 1852 - 874 pàgines
...saints with wonder heard the vows I made. Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew, Not on the cross say This ts the shepherd's holiday LOVE, A LITTLE BOY FROM THE MASQUE ON LORD HAD lose thy love, I lose my all. Come ! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe Those still at least... | |
 | Alexander Pope, Alexander Dyce - 1854 - 352 pàgines
...saints with wonder heard the vows I made. Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew, Not on the cross my eyes were fix'd, but you : Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all. Come ! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe ; Those still at least... | |
 | Alexander Pope, George Gilfillan - 1856 - 356 pàgines
...saints with wonder heard the vows I made. Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew, Not on the cross my eyes were fix'd, but you : Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all. Come ! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe ; Those still at least... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1856 - 352 pàgines
...saints with wonder heard the vows I made. Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew, Not on the cross my eyes were fix'd, but you : Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all. Come ! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe ; Those still at least... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1860 - 632 pàgines
...the vows I made. Yet then, to those dread altars as 1 drew, Not on the cross my eyes were hVd, bin you : Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call ; And if 1 lose thy love, 1 lose my all. Come, with thy looks, thy words, relieve mv woe , Those still at least... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1863 - 348 pàgines
...saints with wonder heard the vows I made. Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew, Not on the cross my eyes were fix'd, but you : Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all. Come ! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe ; Those still at least... | |
 | Henry Thomas Liddell Earl of Ravensworth - 1865 - 182 pàgines
...Saints with wonder heard the vows I made. Yet then, to thofe dread altars as I drew, Not on the Crofs my eyes were fix'd but you : Not grace, or zeal, love...all. Come ! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe ; Thofe ftill at leaft are left thee to beftow. Quid video, quantafque vices ! en nudus arena Sternitur,... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1867 - 626 pàgines
...saints with wonder heard the vows I made : Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew, Not on the cross my eyes were fix'd, but you ; Not grace or zeal, love only was my call ; And if I lose thy love, I lose my all. Come, with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe ; Those still at least... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1867 - 520 pàgines
...saints with wonder heard the vows I made. Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew, Not on the cross my eyes were fix'd, but you £ Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all. ^ Come ! with thy looks, thy words relieve my woe5 Those stilt at least... | |
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Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all. 
