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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... "
Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical ... - Página 389
por George Ellis - 1803 - 458 páginas
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Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A Selection of the Choicest ..., Volumen1

Robert Chambers - 1850
...late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, -As giving it a hope, that there It could not wither'd ute companions on a predatory expedition to Gad'fl Hill, where they flnt nibbed a few Tfie Sweet ffegkct. [From ' The Silent Wom«np] Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going...
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Holden's Dollar Magazine, Volúmenes5-6

1850
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The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Volumen1

Abraham Mills - 1851
...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 wither'd be. * But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows,...
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The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Volumen1

Abraham Mills - 1851
...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 wither'd be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And scnt'st it back to me ; Since when it grows,...
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The Book of English Songs: From the Sixteenth to the Nineteenth Century

Charles Mackay - 1851 - 312 páginas
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The Musical World: A Weekly Record of Musical Science, Literature ..., Volumen25

1851
...xap'Ct()f'al Ta Aei^cu'a avruy turwrffju^oi', eoKra poftwv fjtoyor, aAAa KCU irui/. JONSON. I sent thee late a rosy wreath. Not so much honouring thee. As giving it a hope that there It might not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me; Sinre when it...
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and People

Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 558 páginas
...Love's nectar sup I would not change for wine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. J • But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it hack to me. Since when it grows and smells,...
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The Works of the British Poets, Selected and Chronologically Arranged ...

1852
...late, a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not wither'd uick whirls, and shifting eddies, of our minds I On...you can, It may be reason, but it is not man : His FROM THE SHEPHERD'S HOLIDAY. THUS, thus, begin : the yearly rites Are due to Pan on these bright nights...
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places and People

Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 558 páginas
...Love's nectar sup I "would not change for wine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so mnch honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not...withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe And scnt'st it back to me. Since when -it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. , FIRST SPEECH...
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Hausschatz englischer Poesie: Auswahl aus den Werken der bedeutendsten ...

Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 399 páginas
...Jove's nectar 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 smells,...
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