 Let me not stir, nor breathe, lest I dissolve That tender, lovely form of painted air, So like Almeria. Ha! it sinks, it falls; I'll catch it ere it goes, and grasp her shade. 'Tislife! 'tis warm! 'tis she! 'tis she herself ! Nor dead nor shade, but breathing...  The Port Folio - Стр. 4891810Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | William Congreve - 1753 - Страниц: 82
...(Coming forward. That motionlefs I may be ftill dfc :v'd. Let me not ftir, nor breathe, left I diflblve That tender, lovely form of painted air, So like Almeria. Ha ! it finks, it falls ; 111 catch it e'er it goes, and grafp her fhade. 'Tis life ! 'tia warm ! 'tis Ihe... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1762 - Страниц: 478
...paflage cxprefles finely the progrefs of con vision. Let me not ftir, nor breathe, left I diflblve That tender, lovely form, of painted air, So like Almeria. Ha ! it finks, it falls ; I'll catch it ere it goes, and grafp her (hade. Tis life ! 'tis warm! 'tis (he! 'tis... | |
 | William Congreve - 1774 - Страниц: 438
...for.ward, That motionlefs I may be ftill deceiv'd. >Let me not ftir, nor breathe, left I diflbl ve That tender, lovely Form of painted Air, So like Almeria. Ha ! it 1inks, it falls ; I'll catch it e'er it goes, and grafp her Shade. 'Tis Life ! 'tis warm ! 'tis me... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1788 - Страниц: 548
...pafiage expreffes finely the progrefs of conviction. Let me not ftir, nor breathe, left I diflblve That tender, lovely form, of painted air, So like Almeria. Ha ! it finks, it falls ; I'll catch it e're it goes, and grafp her fhade. 'Tis life ! 'tis warm ! 'tis fhc... | |
 | John Bell - 1791 - Страниц: 294
...nail me where I stand, ye pow'rs, 120 [Coming forward. That, motionless, I may be still deceiv'd. Let me not stir, nor breathe, lest I dissolve That tender,...catch it ere it goes, and grasp her shade. - 'Tis life I 'tis warm ! 'tis she, 'tis she herself I Nor dead, nor shade, but breathing and alive I It is Almeria,... | |
 | William Jones - 1795 - Страниц: 446
...foriuard. That, motionlefs, I may be ftill deceiv'd. Let me not ftir, nor breathe, left I diflblve That tender, lovely form of painted air, So like Almeria. Ha ! it finks, it falls ; I'll catch it ere it goes, afld gralp her made. 'Tis life ! 'tis warm ! 'tis fhe,... | |
 | John Bell - 1797 - Страниц: 462
...nail me where I stand, ye pow'rs, 120 [Coming forward. That, motionless, I may be still deceiv'd. Let me not stir, nor breathe, lest I dissolve That tender, lovely form of painted air, So like Almeria. Hal it sinks, it falls; I'll catch it ere it goes, and grasp her shade. ' Tis life ! 'tis warml 'tis... | |
 | 1804 - Страниц: 510
...Amazement and illusion ! Rivet and nail me where l stand, ye powers, Í Coming forward. deceived. Let me not stir, nor breathe, lest I dissolve That tender, lovely form of painted air, So like Ahuerin. Ha! it sinks, it falls; I'll catch it ere it goes, and grasp her shade ! Tis life ! 'tis warm... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - Страниц: 946
...nail me where I stand, ye powers, [Coming forxartl. That, motionless, 1 may be still deceived. Let me not stir, nor breathe, lest I dissolve That tender, lovely form of painted air, So like Almería. Пн ! it sinks, it falls; I'll catch it ere it goes, and grasp her shade ! Tis life ! 'tis... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - Страниц: 954
...Amazement and illusion ! Rivet and nail me where I stand, ye powers, f Coming foricard. deceived. Let me not stir, nor breathe, lest I dissolve That tender, lovely form of painted air, So like Almería, lia ! it sinks, it falls; III catch it ere it goes and grasp her shade ! Tis life ! 'tis... | |
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