 | Choice poems - 1862 - 368 pàgines
...: 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 it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent it back to me: Since when it... | |
 | 1863 - 362 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. Rut thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since when... | |
 | John Cooper Grocott - 1863 - 562 pàgines
...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... | |
 | English poems - 1863 - 364 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... | |
 | 1863 - 478 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... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - 574 pàgines
...doth rise Doth ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, 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... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1866 - 412 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... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1866 - 240 pàgines
...thirft that from the soul doth rise, Doth aJk a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's neflar sup, [1616.] Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didft only breathe, And senfft it back to me: Since when... | |
 | Theocritus - 1866 - 400 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 back to me : Since when,... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 pàgines
...divine: but might I of Jove's nedlar 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 could not withered be ; but thou thereon didst only breathe, and sent'st it back to me; since when... | |
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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... 
