 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 594 pàgines
...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... | |
 | 1852 - 874 pàgines
...thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not wither'd be. But thou thereon did'st only breathe, inds I On human actions reason though you can, It may be reas I swear, Not of itself, but thee. FROM THE SHEPHERD'S HOLIDAY. THUS, thus, begin : the yearly rites... | |
 | 1853 - 560 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Random readings - 1854 - 204 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Robert Bell - 1854 - 282 pàgines
...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 be ; But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since when... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 pàgines
...thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me. Since when it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. FIRST SPEECH IN " THE SAD SHEPHERD." Enter (£UI,AMONE. • (Egla.... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1856 - 590 pàgines
...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, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. SONG. Oh do not wanton with those eyes, Lest I be sick with seeing:... | |
 | Benjamin Hall Kennedy - 1856 - 384 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1857 - 396 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Charles Mackay - 1857 - 334 pàgines
...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... | |
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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... 
