 | George Ellis - 1790 - 346 str.
...when all have giv'n him over, From death to life thou might'ft him yet recover. TO MT COT LOVM. I PRAY thee, love, love me no more, Call home the heart you...that faint adore, That can, but will not, fave me: Thefe poor half kiffes kill me quite, Was ever man thus ferved ? Amidft an ocean of delight, Shew me... | |
 | Francis Godolphin Waldron, Sylvester Harding - 1795 - 298 str.
...as to induce a suspicion that they might both have proceeded from the same pen. " I pray thee leave, love me no more, " Call home the Heart you gave me, " I but in vaine that Saint adore, " That can, but will not save me: " These poore hälfe Kisses kill me quite... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 382 str.
...when all have giv'n him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover. TO MY COY LOVE. I PRAY thee, love, love me no more, Call home the heart you gave me ; I but in vain that saint adore, That can, but will not, save me: These poor half kisses kill me quite, Was ever man thus... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 692 str.
...heart do see, Either impound it for a stray, Or send it back to me. TO HIS COY LOVE, A CANZONET. I PRAY thee, love, love me no more, Call home the heart you gave me, 1 but in vain that sdint adore, That can, but will not save me: Those poor half kisses kill me quite;... | |
 | George Ellis - 1811 - 482 str.
...over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover. To his coy Love* A CANZONET. I PRAY thee leave, love me no more, Call home the heart you gave me ; I but in vain that saint adore That can, but will not, save me ; These poor half kisses kill me quite, Was ever man thus... | |
 | Laconics - 1829 - 358 str.
...Lee, in several of their tragedies, have practised this secret with good success. .—iddhon. DCCCXV. Call home the heart you gave me, I but in vain that saint adore, J pny thee, love, love me no more, ( That can, but will not save me. These poor half kisses... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1841 - 844 str.
...dying corse, Upon the ruthless earth his precious tears lets fall. TO HIS COY LOVE. FROM HIS ODES. /`X6/ saint adore, That can, but will not save me : These poor half kisses kill me quite ; Was ever man thus... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1844 - 846 str.
...corse, Upon the ruthless earth his precious tears lets fall. TO HIS COY LOVE. THOU HIS DDKS. I PRAY ut they're mistaken very much, 'Tis plain enough he was not such. We grant, altho saint adore, That can, but will not save me : These poor half kisses kill me quite ; Was ever man thus... | |
 | Sarah Josepha Buell Hale - 1855 - 612 str.
...tune unto the owl, whose voiee Shrieks like the bell-man in the lover's eare. Tliomas Middlelm. I pray thee love, love me no more, Call home the heart you gave me ; I but in vain that saint adore, That ean, but will not save me. Draytm. What thing is love, whieh naught ean eountervail... | |
 | John Timbs - 1856 - 374 str.
...several of their tragedies, have practised this secret with good success. — Addison. DCCCXV. I pray thee, love, love me no more, Call home the heart you gave me, I but in vain that saint adore, That can, but will not save me These poor half kisses kill me quite : Was ever man thus... | |
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I pray thee leave, love me no more, Call home the heart you gave me. I but in vain that saint adore That can, but will not save me. These poor half kisses kill me quite ; Was ever man thus served ? Amidst an ocean of delight For pleasure to be starved. 
