 | William Peter - 1847 - عدد الصفحات: 562
...giving it a hope that there It might not 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. STRATO. A FATIVE of Sardis, and supposed to have flourished early in the third century. His poems LOVE... | |
 | William Peter - 1847 - عدد الصفحات: 568
...Cumberland was the first, I believe, to discover the origin. See Observer, No. c'a. 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 it back to me, Since when it grows... | |
 | Percy Society - 1848 - عدد الصفحات: 414
...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...grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee ! XXIV. SONG BY THE BOY. (From Valentinian, by Beaumont and Fletcher. Act v, sc. 8.) In the banquet... | |
 | British minstrel - 1848 - عدد الصفحات: 480
...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 a hope, that there It would not wither'd be. But thou thereon did'st only breathe, And sent it back to me ; Since then, it... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 710
...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... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 594
...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,... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 602
...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,... | |
 | 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 830
...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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 592
...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,... | |
 | 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 874
...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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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... 
