 | Edmund Burke - 1819 - 822 psl.
...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,...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 ! One struggle... | |
 | 1817 - 560 psl.
...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 life that lingers there!" She tails, she sinks; as dies the lamp .In chbrncl... | |
 | 1817 - 576 psl.
...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,...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 ! One struggle... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 416 psl.
...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,...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 ! One struggle... | |
 | Tobias Smollett - 1817 - 680 psl.
...of its heart must perish too ! Then turn to me, my own love, turn, Before like thee I fade and bum ; Cling to these yet cool lips, and share The last pure...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 ! One struggle... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 418 psl.
...that lingers 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...struggle • — and his pain is past — Her lover is no lojiger living ! One kiss the maiden gives, one lastj Long kiss, which she expires in giving ! " Sleep,"... | |
 | Thomas Moore - 1817 - 374 psl.
...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,...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... | |
 | 1817 - 696 psl.
...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 lamp In charnel air», or cavern damp, So quickly do his baleful sighs •Quench all the sweet light of her eyes 1... | |
 | Edmund Burke - 1818 - 1264 psl.
...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,...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 ! One struggle—... | |
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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... 
