 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...  Specimens of the Early English Poets - Стр. 114авторы: George Ellis - 1790 - Страниц: 323Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | England - 1860 - Страниц: 532
...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 sentst it back to me: Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself,... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - Страниц: 560
...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 did'st only breathe. And sent 'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself,... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - Страниц: 552
...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 did'st only breathe, And sent 'st it back to me ; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - Страниц: 356
...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,... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1862 - Страниц: 452
...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 it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself,... | |
 | English poets - 1862 - Страниц: 626
...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 it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself,... | |
 | Choice poems - 1862 - Страниц: 368
...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 grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself,... | |
 | 1863 - Страниц: 478
...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, and... | |
 | 1863 - Страниц: 362
...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 it grows,... | |
 | John Cooper Grocott - 1863 - Страниц: 562
...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 fade away, the... | |
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