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" Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all. "
Beispielsammlung zur Theorie und Literatur der Schönen Wissenschaften - Side 216
av Johann Joachim Eschenburg - 1791 - 434 sider
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The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer Poems

William Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson - 1911 - 792 sider
...Saints with wohder heard the vows I made. Yet the-', 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...
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The Leading English Poets from Chaucer to Browning: Ed., with Introduction ...

Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 956 sider
...saints with wonder heard the vows I made. Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew, Not on the cross s might be, I, falling on his faithful heart, Would breathing thro' his lips imp lose thy love, I lose my all. Come I with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe; 119 Those still at...
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Selected Poems of Alexander Pope

Alexander Pope - 1916 - 160 sider
...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...
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The Poems of Alexander Pope: A One-volume Edition of the Twickenham Text ...

Alexander Pope - 1963 - 884 sider
...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 woe; Those still at least...
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Selected Poetry

Alexander Pope - 1998 - 260 sider
...heard the vows I made. Yet then, to those dread altars as I drew, Not on the cross my eyes were fixed, 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...
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