 | Wiltshire Stanton Austin - 1853 - 428 páginas
...change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring theo, As giving it in hope that It could not withered be ; But thou thereon dids't...breathe, And sent'st it back to me, Since when it grows, it smells, 1 swear, Not of itself, but thcc. We have spoken frequently in our life of the poet, of... | |
 | 1853 - 472 páginas
...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 he. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sentst it hack to me : Since when it grows, and smells,... | |
 | Wiltshire Stanton Austin, John Ralph - 1853 - 428 páginas
...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 to me, Since when it grows, it smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. We have spoken frequently in our life of the poet, of... | |
 | Robert Bell - 1854 - 268 páginas
...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...grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. FRANCIS BEAUMONT AND JOHN FLETCHER. 1584—1616. 1579—1625. [VAEIETT, grace, and sweetness are the... | |
 | Random readings - 1854
...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 flower,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 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...grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. FIRST SPEECH IN " THE SAD SHEPHERD." Enter (£UI,AMONE. • (Egla. Here she was wont to go ! and here... | |
 | ABRAHAM MILLS, A.M. - 1856
...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...and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. SONG. Oh do not wanton with those eyes, Lest I be sick with seeing: Nor cast them down, but let them rise,... | |
 | Benjamin Hall Kennedy - 1856
...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,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1857 - 376 páginas
...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 smells,... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1857 - 319 páginas
...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 would not wither'd be ; But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent it back to me ; Since then it... | |
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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... 
