 | 1814 - 572 pàgines
...Her lips suck forth my soul — see where it flies ! Come, Helen, come ! give me my soul again 1 Here will I dwell; for Heaven is in these lips, And all...Paris, and for love of thee Instead of Troy shall Wittenberg be sack'd ; And I will combat with weak Menelaus, And wear thy colours on my plumed crest.... | |
 | Charles Wentworth Dilke - 1814 - 408 pàgines
...dross that is not Helena. ;« I will be Paris, and for love of thee, Instead of Troy shall Wittenberg be sack'd ; And I will combat with weak Menelaus,...plumed crest : Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel, Ji And then return to Helen for a kiss. ^r. Oh ! thou art fairer than the evening air, Clad in the... | |
 | 1814 - 572 pàgines
...flies ! Come, Helen, come! give me my soul again ! Here will I dwell; for Heaven is in these lip;, And all is dross that is not Helena. I will be Paris, and for love of thee Instead of Troy shall Wittenberg be sack'd ; And I will combat with weak Menelaus, And wear thy colours on my plumed crest.... | |
 | 1814 - 578 pàgines
...fliei ! Come, Helen, come ! give me my soul again 1 Here will I dwell ; for Heaven ia in these lipi, And all is dross that is not Helena. I will be Paris, and for love of thee Instead of Troy shall Wittenberg be sack'd ; And I will combat with weak Menelaus, And wear thy colours on my plumed crest.... | |
 | Charles Wentworth Dilke - 1816 - 412 pàgines
...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 thy colours on my plumed crest:... | |
 | 1817 - 694 pàgines
...lips sucke forth my soule— see ! where it flies ! Come Helen — come, givememy soule againe. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. О ! Thou art fairer than the evening ayre. Clad in the beauty of a thousand starres ! Brighter art... | |
 | 1817 - 708 pàgines
...forth my soule — see! where it flies ! Come, Helen — come, give me my soule ' againe. Here wiU I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. O ! Thou art fairer than the evening ayre Clad in the beauty of a thousand starres ! Brighter art Thou... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 372 pàgines
...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 thy colours on my plumed crest... | |
 | 1821 - 404 pàgines
...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 thy colours on my plumed crest... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 374 pàgines
...soul ! See where it flies. • Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for Heav'u 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 thy colours on my plumed crest... | |
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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. 
