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" Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.... "
The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series ... - 514. lappuse
autors: Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 766 lapas
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The English Poets: Selections, 2. sējums

Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 524 lapas
...kiss but in the cup, And I 'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be....
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The English Poets: Ben Jonson to Dryden

Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 528 lapas
...kiss but in the cup, And I '11 not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be....
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A Book of Love Poetry

Jon Stallworthy - 1986 - 422 lapas
...I would not change for thine. JONSON • POE I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but...
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Post-structuralist Readings of English Poetry

Richard Machin, Christopher Norris - 1987 - 422 lapas
...though that effect is restricted to the world of sense (how the flowers smell). I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. But them thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me, Since when it grows and smells, I swear,...
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English Renaissance Poetry: a Collection of Shorter Poems from Skelton To ...

460 lapas
...a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thce, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. But...
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The Argonaut, 5. sējums

1875 - 398 lapas
...Jonson," such sweet words were thine : — " I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me, Since when it grows, and smells, I swear Not of itself but...
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The Classic Hundred Poems: All-time Favorites

William Harmon - 1998 - 386 lapas
...a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. But...
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Making Your Own Days: The Pleasures of Reading and Writing Poetry

Kenneth Koch - 1999 - 324 lapas
...kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But...
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Doctor Leeds' Selection of Popular Epic Recitations for Minstrel and Stage Use

Robert X. Leeds - 1999 - 366 lapas
...a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. But...
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The Cambridge Introduction to Narrative

H. Porter Abbott - 2002 - 230 lapas
...The thirst, that from the soule doth rise, Doth aske a drinke divine: But might I of JOVE'S \ectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late,...giving it a hope, that there It could not withered bee. But thou thereon didst onely breath, And sent'st it backe to mee: Since when it growes, and smells,...
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