 That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life itself? — No, no — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart must perish too! Then turn to me, my own love, turn, Before like thee I fade and burn; Cling to these yet cool lips, and share...  The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal - Seite 201818Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Edmund Burke - 1819 - 822 Seiten
...That I can live, and let thee go, " Who art my life itself? — No, no — " When the stem dies, the leaf that grew " Out of its heart must perish too...there !" She fails — she sinks — as dies the lamp In charnel airs or cavern-damp, So quickly do his baleful sighs Quench all the sweet light of her eyes... | |
 | 1817 - 560 Seiten
..." That 1 can live, and l, 1 thee go, M Who art my lifi- itself? No, no, il When the stem dies, the leaf that grew " Out of its heart must perish too! " Then turn to me, my own love, turn, " Kcfbre like thee I fade and burn; "' Cling to these yet cool lips, and •t1iare ' ' The last pure... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 418 Seiten
...That I can live, and let thee go, " Who art my life itself? — No, no — " When the stem dies, the leaf that grew " Out of its heart must perish too...there !" She fails — she sinks — as dies the lamp In charnel airs or cavern-damp, So quickly do his baleful sighs Quench all the sweet light of her eyes... | |
 | 1817 - 576 Seiten
...? That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life itself? — No, no — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart must perish too !...there !" She fails — she sinks — as dies the lamp In charnel airs or cavern-damp, So quickly do his baleful sighs Quench all the sweet light of her eyes... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 374 Seiten
...gone? " That I can live, and let thee go, " Who art my life itself? No, no— " When the stem dies, the leaf that grew " Out of its heart must perish too!...share " The last pure life that lingers there!" She fails—she sinks—as dies the lamp In charnal airs or cavern-damp, So quickly do his baleful sighs... | |
 | Tobias Smollett - 1817 - 680 Seiten
...? That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life itself! — No, no — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart must perish too !...me, my own love, turn, Before like thee I fade and bum ; Cling to these yet cool lips, and share The last pure life that lingers there !' She fails —... | |
 | 1817 - 696 Seiten
...itself ?— No, no— f When the stem dies, the leaf that grew " Out of its heart must perish too ! v< Then turn to, me, my own love, turn, " Before, like thee, I fade and burn ; * Cling to these yet cold lips and share " The tot pure life that lingers there ! " She fails — she sinks— as dies the... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1817 - 738 Seiten
...That I can live, and let thee go, « Who art my life itself? — No, no — « When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart must perish too ! « Then turn to me, my own love turn, 1 Before like thee I fade and burn ; « Cling to these yet cool lips, and share " The last pure life... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1818 - 798 Seiten
...That I can live, and let thee go, " Who art my life itself ?— No, no — " When the stem dies, the leaf that grew " Out of its heart must perish too...there !" She fails — she sinks — as dies the lamp In charnel airs or cavern-damp, So quickly do his baleful sighs Quench all the sweet light of her eyes... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1818 - 1264 Seiten
...That I can live, and let thee go, " Who art my life itself? — No, no — " When the stem dies, the leaf that grew " Out of its heart must perish too...there!" She fails— she sinks — as dies the lamp In charnel airs or cavern-damp, So quickly do his baleful sighs Quench all the sweet light of her eyes... | |
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