 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - Страниц: 554
...they sit, and there Fixed become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more, if east or west, The phosnix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. 109. William Browne. 1590-1645. (Manual, p. 180.) EVENING. As in an evening when the gentle air •... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1865 - Страниц: 252
...they sit, and there Fixed become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more, if east or west, The phrcrdx builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. PEANCIS Q0ARLES: 1592-1644. Quarles was successively cup-bearer to Elizabeth, the queen of Bohemia,... | |
 | Dublin city, univ - 1866 - Страниц: 300
...eyes they sit, and there Fixed become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more, if east or west, The phenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. CAREW. GRECIAN AND ROMAN HI8TOKT. DR. INGRAM. 1. Characterize briefly the genius and style of each... | |
 | Frederick Locker- Lampson - 1867 - Страниц: 428
...Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose ; For in your beauties, orient deep, These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither...at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies ! Thomas Carcw. XXXI. JULIA'S BED. SEE'ST thou that cloud as silver clear, Plump, soft, and swelling... | |
 | J. H. - 1867 - Страниц: 860
...those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fix'd become as in their sphere. Ask me no more if east...at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies, Cares'. 337. TO ALTHEA— FROM PRISON. WHEN love, with unconfined wings, Hovers within my gates, And... | |
 | Frederick Locker-Lampson - 1867 - Страниц: 410
...eyes they sit, and there Fixed become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more if east or west, The phcenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies ! Thomas Careiv. XXXI. JULIA'S BED. SEE'ST thou that cloud as silver clear. Plump, soft, and swelling... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - Страниц: 458
...where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there 15 Fixed become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more,...at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. 20 Thomas Carew. LXVI THE PRIMROSE. Ask me why I send you here This sweet Infanta of the year? Ask... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, William Smith - 1869 - Страниц: 420
...where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauties orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more, whither...at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. 105. WILLIAM BROWNE. 1590-1645. (Msnual, p. 171.) EVENING. As in an evening when the gentle air Breathes... | |
 | 1870 - Страниц: 464
...where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there 15 Fixed become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more,...at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. 20 Thomas Carew. LXIX THE PRIMROSE. Ask me why I send you here This sweet Infanta of the year? Ask... | |
 | 1870 - Страниц: 462
...they sit, and there 15 Fixfcd become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more, if east or west, The phcenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. 20 LXix THE PRIMROSE. Ask me why I send you here Thomas Carcw. This sweet Infanta of the year? Ask... | |
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Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps... 
