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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... "
Gleanings from the English poets, Chaucer to Tennyson, with biogr. notices ... - Стр. 54
авторы: English poets - 1862
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Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages, Том 23

Percy Society - 1848 - Страниц: 414
...The thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sip, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a...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...
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Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A Selection of the Choicest Productions ...

Robert Chambers - 1850 - Страниц: 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...
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The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Том 1

Abraham Mills - 1851 - Страниц: 594
...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...grows, 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...
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The Works of the British Poets, Selected and Chronologically Arranged ...

1852 - Страниц: 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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Songs from the Dramatists

Robert Bell - 1854 - Страниц: 282
...death's cold hand; Except love's fires the virtue have To fright the frost out of the grave. THE TOEEST.* TO CELIA. DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I...grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. FRANCIS BEAUMONT AND JOHN FLETCHER. 1584—1616. 1579—1625. [VABIETY, grace, and sweetness are the...
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Songs from the Dramatists

Robert Bell - 1854 - Страниц: 290
...comedown i They abound in passages of exquisite beauty, and display his THE FOREST.* TO CEHA. DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine;...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...
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Recollections of a Literary Life

Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - Страниц: 580
...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...
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The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Том 1

Abraham Mills - 1856 - Страниц: 590
...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...grows, 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...
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Palæstra musarum; or, Materials for translation into Greek verse, selected ...

Benjamin Hall Kennedy - 1856 - Страниц: 384
...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...grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. 796. Gather ye rose-buds while ye may ; Old Time is still a flying, And this same flower, that smiles...
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Evenings with the poets and sketches of their favourite scenes, by the ...

Evenings - 1860 - Страниц: 386
...Fitter, where it died, to tell, ' Than that it lived at all. Farewell. SONG TO CELIA. BRISK to me, only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine...grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee. EPITAPH ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE. UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's...
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