| Lyrics, William Davenport Adams - 1874 - 312 ページ
...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 ! xcvni. Ben Jonson. LOVE'S PSAISES. THE QUEEN OF BOHEMIA. You meaner beauties of the night, Which... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1874 - 914 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, ltd - 1875 - 452 ページ
...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... | |
| Edwin Gerow - 1971 - 360 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... | |
| 1923 - 976 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. Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see. And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee.... | |
| 1923 - 1004 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. Teach me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see. And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee.... | |
| 460 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?... | |
| Megan Tresidder - 1997 - 186 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... | |
| William Harmon - 1998 - 386 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... | |
| Robert X. Leeds - 1999 - 366 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... | |
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