 | Wiltshire Stanton Austin, John Ralph - 1853 - 448 lapas
...soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sip I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it in hope that there It could not withered he; But thou thereon dids't only breathe, And sent'st it back... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1853 - 838 lapas
...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, A* giving it a hope, that there It could not wither'd be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And... | |
 | Robert Bell - 1854 - 282 lapas
...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 ; But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows,... | |
 | Robert Bell - 1854 - 290 lapas
...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 thee. FRANCIS BEAUMONT AND JOHN FLETCHER. 1584—1616. 1579—1625. [VAEIETT,... | |
 | Random readings - 1854 - 204 lapas
...wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giri«g it a hope that there It could net wither"d be; But thaw thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me, Since when it grows and smells, I swear. AiMeretn. Hajiz. Not of itself but thee. Ben Jan.mn, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same... | |
 | 1855 - 834 lapas
...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 withcr'd be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And scnt'st it back to me: Since when it grows, and... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 lapas
...late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring 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 thee. FIRST SPEECH IN " THE SAD SHEPHERD." Enter (£UI,AMONE. • (Egla.... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1856 - 590 lapas
...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...it back to me ; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. SONG. Oh do not wanton with those eyes, Lest I be sick with seeing:... | |
 | Benjamin Hall Kennedy - 1856 - 384 lapas
...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...it back to me ; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. 796. Gather ye rose-buds while ye may ; Old Time is still a flying,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1857 - 396 lapas
...soul doth rise Must surely he divine ; But might I of Love's nectar sup I would not change for wine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring...thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered he. But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me : Since when it grows and... | |
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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. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee... 
