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" as soon as I behold thee, thirst, and taking hold of the cup, do not, indeed, apply that to my lips for drink, but thee.' III. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, . As giving it a hope that there It might not withered be. PHIL.... "
The British Essayists: With Prefaces, Historical and Biographical - 152 ページ
編集 - 1856
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The Loves and Heroines of the Poets

Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - 480 ページ
...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 not withered be. But tliou thereon did'st only breathe, And sent 'st it back to me; Since when...

The Loves and Heroines of the Poets

Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861
...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 not withered be. But thou thereon did'st only breathe, And sent 'st it back to me ; Since when...

Choice poems and lyrics

1862
...doth rise, Doth ask a drink divine : 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 grows,...

Gleanings from the English poets, Chaucer to Tennyson, with biogr. notices ...

Robert Inglis (bookseller) - 1862
...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 not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me; Since when it...

Early English poems, Chaucer to Pope

1863
...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 not wither'd be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me; Since when it...

Early English Poems, Chaucer to Pope: Chiefly Unabridged; Illustrated with ...

1863 - 308 ページ
...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 not wither'd be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me; Since when it...

The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English Language

1863 - 405 ページ
...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 not wither'd be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it...

An index to familiar quotations selected principally from British authors ...

John Cooper Grocott - 1863
...SHAKSPEHE.—Romeo and Juliet, Act III. Scene 1. (Mercntio after being wounded by Tybalt.) WREA TIT.—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 only," &c. WRECK.— The stars shall fade...

The Greek Pastoral Poets: Theocritus--Bion--Moschus

Theocritus - 1866 - 380 ページ
...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 not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st back to me : Since when, it...

The Book of Rubies: A Collection of the Most Notable Love-poems in the ...

1866 - 384 ページ
...doth rise Doth ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar 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 would not withered be, But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent it back to me ; Since then, it...




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