 | British anthology - 1825 - 460 σελίδες
...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 - 1825 - 536 σελίδες
...vows I made. Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew, Not on the cross my eyes were fix'd, but yon : 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 - 1830 - 500 σελίδες
...heard the vows I made. Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew. Not on the cross my eyes were fii'd, but you : Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call ; And if 1 lose thy love, I lose my all. Come, with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe ; Those still at least... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1835 - 378 σελίδες
...with wonder heard the vows I made : Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew, 115 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 wo ; Those still at least... | |
 | Peter Abelard, Héloïse, François Guizot - 1839 - 410 σελίδες
...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... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1839 - 510 σελίδες
...saints with wonder heard the vows I made. Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew, Not on the cross arn'd to dance. 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, Aud if I lose thy love, I lose my all. Come ! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe, Those still... | |
 | John Aikin - 1841 - 840 σελίδες
...heard the vows I made. Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew7, Not on the cross my eyes were fii'd, call a coach. The tuck'd-up sempstress walks with hasty strid lose thy love, I lose my all. Come ! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe ; Those slill at least... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 826 σελίδες
...saints with wonder heard the vows I made. Yet then, to those-dread altars as I drew, Not on the cross w in haste ; see, though from tar. lose thy love, I lose my all. ) Come ! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe ; Those still at least... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 830 σελίδες
...saints with wonder heard the vows I made. Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew, Not on the cross k k k coll ; And if I lose thy love, I lose my all. Come ! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woa ; Those... | |
 | William Jesse - 1844 - 426 σελίδες
...sides attentive homage pay, Sir Gregory Page, f and Tyrwhitt Jones f give way ; * " 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." POPE. — Eloisa to Abelard. t Sir Gregory Page Turner, third baronet,... | |
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Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all. 
