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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
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The Gentleman's Magazine, 第 1 部

1871
...poet that ever breathed, and seems to be a total contradiction to the bluff nature of the man :— " 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 send it back to me, Since when it...

Remarkable but still true

Walter Fitzallen - 1872
...ths»t t'rv>m the soul doth rise, doth ask a drink L Hfc* s tt«ct«r sip, I would not dunge for " 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 grows...

Chambers's miscellany of instructive & entertaining tracts, 第 20 巻

Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1872
...rise, Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, 1 would not change for X\vme. —Ibid. 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...

Golden leaves from the works of poets and painters, ed. by R. Bell

Robert Bell - 1872
...Doth ask a drink divine: But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thce 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...

A manual of English literature

Thomas Arnold - 1873 - 423 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 n«t withered be. LYRICAL POETRY. 407 But them thereon dids't only breathe And sent'st it back...

The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed ..., 第 3〜4 巻

Casket - 1873
...soul doth 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 breal And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it...

A history of English literature for junior classes

Frederick A. Laing - 1873 - 253 ページ
...thine. " I sent thee late a rosy wreath, It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee."— The...

Lyrics of love, from Shakespeare to Tennyson, selected and arranged, with ...

William Davenport Adams - 1874 - 252 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 it back to me; Since when it...

The Works of Ben Jonson: With Notes Critical and Explanatory, and a ..., 第 8 巻

William Gifford - 1875
...(VJ.m, ITCH TO CK7rta^a Karfj^wc, KOI TO ftiv ov 7rpoaay1a TOIC ^nXeat, aov Se otCa 7rtvtav." " I, as soon as I behold thee, thirst, and taking hold...indeed apply that to my lips for drink, but thee." Lett. xxv. This is by no means the sense. It was not thus that Jonson read Philostratus. " TliTO/ufta...

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

1875 - 332 ページ
...in the cup 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...




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