 | William Congreve - 1753 - 82 strani
...(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 - 478 strani
...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 - 438 strani
...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 - 548 strani
...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 - 294 strani
...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,...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 - 446 strani
...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 - 462 strani
...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 she, 'tis she herself! Nor dead, nor shade, but breathing and alive ! It is Almeria, 'tis... | |
 | 1804 - 510 strani
...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,...'tis warm ! 'tis she, 'tis she herself! Nor dead, nor simde, but breathing and alive ! It is Ahueria, it is my wife ! Enter HELt. Leon. Alas ! she stirs... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 954 strani
...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...she herself! Nor dead, nor shade, but breathing and ulive ! It is Almería, it is my wife ! Enter HEU. Ifon. Alas ! she stirs not yet, nor lifts her ryes;... | |
 | British drama - 1804 - 946 strani
...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...Tis life ! 'tis warm ! 'tis she, 'tis she herself! Xor dead, nor shade, hut breathing and ulive ! It is Almería, it is my wife ! Enter НЕЫ. If on.... | |
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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... 
