 | Henry Southgate - 1873 - 448 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... | |
 | Jon Stallworthy - 1986 - 422 pàgines
...of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. JONSON • POE 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... | |
 | Brian Friel - 1987 - 156 pàgines
...only'. FENICHKA. I never heard him singing that before. PAVEL, (speaks) 'I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be . . .' (FENICHKA has been counting the chairs.) FENICHKA. Sorry, Pavel —... | |
 | Richard Machin, Christopher Norris - 1987 - 422 pàgines
...thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. But them thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me, Since when it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. The poem is utterly good-humored about its insistence upon the ungodly,... | |
 | 460 pàgines
...thce, 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 thcc. TO HEAVEN Good and great God, can I not think of Thee, But it must... | |
 | 1875 - 398 pàgines
...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 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... | |
 | Kenneth Koch - 1999 - 324 pàgines
...thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon did'st only breathe, And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. This song, like other Jonson poems, is witty and formally elegant.... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 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. COMPOSED AROUND 1615; PUBLISHED 1616. Three of Jonson's poems are... | |
 | Ben Jonson - 2003 - 130 pàgines
...10 As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be, But thou thereon did'st only breathe, And sent'st it back to me: Since when it grows, and smells, I swear. Not of itself, but thee. And must I sing? What subject shall I choose? Or whose great name... | |
 | Geoffrey O'Brien, Billy Collins - 2007 - 778 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! BEN JONSON ENGLISH (1572-1637) The Good-Morrow I wonder, by my troth,... | |
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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... 
