 | Alexander Pope - English poetry - 1903 - 704 pages
...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. aid, Come ! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe; 119 Those still... | |
 | Julian Hawthorne - Literature - 1902 - 476 pages
...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... | |
 | William Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson - English poetry - 1911 - 792 pages
...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... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - English poetry - 1915 - 956 pages
...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... | |
 | Alexander Pope - English poetry - 1916 - 160 pages
...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 - Poetry - 1963 - 884 pages
...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... | |
 | Alexander Pope - Poetry - 1998 - 260 pages
...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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Not grace, or zeal, love only was my call, And if I lose thy love, I lose my all. 
