 | William Congreve - 1703 - 88 oldal
...Death; and fnatch her to my Heart. Alm. Oh I - ..!.'••• - - '. Alpb. Forbear; my Arms alone fhall hold her up: Warm her to Life, and wake her into Gladnefs. The Words of Joy and Peacej warm thy cold. Beauties, 0 let me talk to thy reviving Scnfc, Into thy... | |
 | William Congreve - 1753 - 82 oldal
...fly, Save her from death ; and fnatch her to my heart. Aim. Oh! Alph. Forbear ; my arms alone mall hold her up, Warm her to life, and wake her into gladnefs....fenfe, The words of joy and peace ; warm thy cold beau tits, With the new-flufliing ardour of my cheek ; Into thy lips, pour the foft trickling balm... | |
 | William Congreve - 1773 - 290 oldal
...fty, Save her from death, and fnateh her to my heart. Aim. Oh ! jtlpb. Forhear; my arms alone fhall hold her up, Warm "her to life, and wake her into...me talk to thy reviving fenfe, The words of joy and peaee; warm thy eoM heauties, With the new-ftaftnng ardour of my eheek ; Into thy lips pour the foft... | |
 | William Congreve - 1774 - 438 oldal
...fly,' Save her from Death ; and fnatch her to my Heart. Aim. Oh !— Alph. Forbear ; my Arms alone mall hold her up, Warm her to Life, and wake her into Gladnefs. • 0 let me talk to thy reviving Senfe, The Words of Joy and Peace ; warm thy cold Beauties, With... | |
 | John Bell - 1791 - 294 oldal
...hold her up, Warm her to life, and wake her into gladness. " Oh, let me talk to thy reviving sense " The words of joy and peace ; warm thy cold beauties " With the new flushing ardour of my cheek ; " Into thy lips pour the soft trickling balm " Of cordial sighs; and... | |
 | William Jones - 1795 - 446 oldal
...me fly, Save her from death, and fnatch her to my heart. Aim. Oh! Alph. Forbear; my arms alone mall hold her up. Warm her to life, and wake her into gladnefs. " Oh, let me talk to thy reviving fenfe " The words of joy and peace; warm thy cold beauties " With... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - 462 oldal
...hold her up, Warm her to lite, and wake her into gladness. " Oh, let me talk to thy reviving sense " The words of joy and peace ; warm thy cold beauties " With the new flushing ardour of my cheek ; " Into thy lips pour the soft trickling balm " Of cordial sighs ; and... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 946 oldal
...hold her up, Warm her to life, and wake her into gladness. Oh, let me talk, to thy reviving sense, The words of joy and peace ; warm thy cold beauties With the new-flushing ardour of my cheek ; Into thy lips pour the soft trickling balm Of cordial sighs ; and... | |
 | British drama - 1811 - 712 oldal
...bold he: up, Warm her to life, and wake her into gladness. Oh, let me talk, to thy reviving sense, The words of joy and peace ; warm thy cold beauties With the new-flushing ardour of my cheek ; Into thy lips pour the soft trickling balm Of cordial sighs ; and... | |
 | William Wycherley, Leigh Hunt - 1840 - 784 oldal
...shall hold her up, Warm her to life, and wake her into gladness. О let me talk to thy reviving sense, The words of joy and peace! warm thy cold beauties, With the new-flushing ardour of my cheek ! Into thy lips pour the soft trickling balm Of cordial sighs ! and... | |
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Away, stand off ! where is she ? let me fly, Save her from death, and snatch her to my heart. Aim. Oh! Alph. Forbear ; my arms alone shall hold her up, Warm her to life, and wake her into gladness. 
