 | English poets - 1862
...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. ADVICE TO A RECKLESS YOUTH. WHAT would I have you do ? I'll tell you, kinsman : Learn to be wise, and... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1862
...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 !" Some of Skakspeare's sonnets might well be quoted in this connection, particularly that beginning,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1862 - 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...when it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, bnt thee. FIRST SPEECH IN " THE SAD SHEPHERD." Enter (EOLAMONE. (Eglo. Here she was wont to go ! and... | |
 | Choice poems - 1862 - 317 páginas
...a drink divine : But might I of love's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving...withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent it back to me: Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. William Cowper.... | |
 | 1863
...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. Rut thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows,... | |
 | John Cooper Grocott - 1863
...and Juliet, Act III. Scene 1. (Mercutio after being wounded by Tybalt.) WREA TH. — 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. BEN JONSON — A Song. "Drink to me ouly," &c. WRECK.— The stars shall fade away, the... | |
 | 1863 - 308 páginas
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 | English poems - 1863
...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,... | |
 | 1864 - 180 páginas
...ncotar sip, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thec, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. IHit thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to mce, Since when it growes, and smells,... | |
 | 1875
...light upon a dead face. " O, rare Ben Jonson," such sweet words were 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 ! " I suppose Lord Byron must have admired these lines. Or did he never read them ? I cannot tell.... | |
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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... 
