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" 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! "
From the sixth century B. C. to the end of the middle ages - 340 ページ
John Edwin Sandys 著 - 1903
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A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets

William Cullen Bryant - 1874 - 789 ページ
...late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered hen feed on thoughts that voluntary ! PHILOSTRATOS (Greek). Тгл»* Utioo of DEN JONSCS. THE MAHOGANY-TREE. CHRISTMAS is here ; Winds...

Cassell's illustrated readings, 第 1 巻

Cassell, ltd - 1875
...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...grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee! JOHN STRONG'S BOX. onjmous. Originally published in Hood'« Wagatinc, id night was cold, though the...

A Glossary of Indian Figures of Speech

Edwin Gerow - 1971 - 346 ページ
...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...grows, and smells, I swear, / Not of itself but thee!" (Ben Jonson). (5) See kâryânantaraja; dürakärya is evidently the same as asamgati alamkâra and...

English Renaissance Poetry: a Collection of Shorter Poems from Skelton To... (p)

John Edward Williams - 1990 - 416 ページ
...late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thce, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st...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 straight my melancholy be?...

The Secret Language of Love

Megan Tresidder - 1997 - 176 ページ
...honouring thee, As giving ito hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon did'st onjy breathe, And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee. BenJonson (1572—1637). ‘Song: To Celia” I lie prone abovejour lovely face Your ejies reveal strange...

The Classic Hundred Poems: All-time Favorites

William Harmon - 1998 - 360 ページ
...late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st...grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. COMPOSED AROUND 1615; PUBLISHED 1616. Three of Jonson's poems are called "To Celia." Two of them have...

Doctor Leeds' Selection of Popular Epic Recitations for Minstrel and ..., 第 1 巻

Robert X. Leeds - 1999 - 332 ページ
...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, but thee. Robert Service There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't stay still; So they break...

Bartlett's Poems for Occasions

Geoffrey O'Brien, Billy Collins - 2007 - 544 ページ
...late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st...grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee! The Good-Morrow BEN JONSON ENGLISH (1572-1637) I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we...

The Book of Love: A Treasury Inspired By The Greatest of Virtues

Andrew M. Greeley, Mary G. Durkin - 2005 - 512 ページ
...late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st...grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. MAYTIME The aged winter fled away Before the bugles of the May,— And love, dear love, arose. But...

How to Say I Do: Make Your Civil Marriage Ceremony Your Own

Mandy Newman, June Newman - 2005 - 226 ページ
...giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And send'st it back to me: Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. ‘My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose' by Robert Burns 0, My luve is like a red, red rose, That's newly...




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