 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 292 str.
...soul ! see where it flies. Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heav'n is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena....Paris ; and for love of thee, Instead of Troy, shall Wittenberg be sack'd ; And I will combat with weak Menelaus, And wear my colors on my plumed crest... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1845 - 670 str.
...ships, And burnt the topless tow'rs of Ilium 7 Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul ! See where it flies. Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for Heav'n is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. I will be Paris, and for love of thee,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 str.
...And burnt the topmost towers of Ilium 1 Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.— Her lips suck forth my soul! see where it flies. Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heav'n is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. 1 will be Paris; and for love of thee,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 str.
...And burnt the topmost towers of Ilium ? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.— Her lips suck forth my soul! see where it flies. Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heav'n is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. I will be Paris; and for love of thee,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 str.
...And burnt the topmost towers of Ilium ? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.— Her lips suck forth my soul! see where it flies. Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heav'n is in these lips, Jlnd all is dross that is not Helena. I will be Paris; and for love of thee,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 str.
...And burnt the topmost towers of Ilium ? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.— Her lips suck forth my soul! see where it flies. Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heav'n is in these lips, Aml all is dross that is not Helena. I will be Paris; and for love of thee,... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1845 - 490 str.
...Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul ! See where it flics. , Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for Heav'n is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. I will be Paris, and for love of thee,... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1847 - 252 str.
...And burnt the topless towers of Ilium 1 Sweet Helen ! make me immortal with a kiss ! Her lips suck forth my soul! see where it flies ; Come ! Helen !...my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in those lips, And all is dross that is not Helena." ****** " Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 str.
...And burn'd the topless towers of Ilium ! Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss ! Her lips suck t That e'er iu these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. 0 thou art fairer than the evening air, СЫ in... | |
 | 1848 - 588 str.
...ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul ! see where it flies : Come, Helen, come, give me my soul a'rain. Here will I dwell, for heav'n is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. I will... | |
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Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies! — Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for Heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. 
