 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1836 - 390 páginas
...Jove's neetar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered bee. But thou thereon did'st onely breath, And sent'st it backe to mee : Since when it growes, and... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1836 - 336 páginas
...Jove's neetar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered bee. But thou thereon did'st onely breath, And sent'st it backe to mee : Since when it growes, and... | |
 | 738 páginas
...giving It a hope that there It could not wither'd be ; But thou thereon did only breathe, And gent it back to me . Since when it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee." Literature has made the language of flowers too well known amongst us, to revert to the use of the... | |
 | Baroness Rosina Bulwer Lytton Lytton - 1839 - 252 páginas
...loved, who has not felt the truth of Ben Jonson's beautiful conceit of— " I sent thee late a rosie wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not wither'd bee. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to mee : Since when it growes,... | |
 | Baroness Rosina Bulwer Lytton Lytton - 1839 - 260 páginas
..." I sent thee late a rosie wreath, It could not wither'd bee. But thou thereon didst only breathe, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there And sent'st it back to mee : Since when it growes, and smells, I sweare, Not of itselfe, but thee !"... | |
 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1840 - 372 páginas
...late, a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, i As giving it a hope that there It could not wither'd be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st...and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. SONG OP NISHT. BREAK, Phant'sie, from thy cave And spread thy purple wings ; Now all thy figures are allow'd,... | |
 | 1840 - 372 páginas
...rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, i . .As giving it a hope that there It could not wither'd be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st...grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. BONO oF NIGHT. BREAK, Phant'sie, from thy cave of c'.oud, And spread thy purple wings ; Now all thy... | |
 | Herbert Kynaston - 1841 - 194 páginas
...Si mihi nectareos praeberet Jupiter haustus, Nollem ego deliciaa posthabuisse tuas. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving...withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And send'st it back to me : Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee. Serta ego... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 826 páginas
...late, a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not wilher'd nolhmg else ; no bctler service With those thy boisterous...locks, no worthy match For valor to assail, nor by th FROM THE SHEPHERD'S HOLIDAY. THUS, thus, begin : the yearly rites Are due to Pan on these bright nights... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 830 páginas
...wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not wither'd be. But thon thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find : Yes, yes, believe them when they tell the Hot of itself, but thee. FROM THE SHEPHERD'S HOLlDAY. NYMPH l. THUS, thus, begin : the yearly rites... | |
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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... 
