 I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul 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 honoring thee As giving it a hope, that there It could...  Scribner's Magazine ... - Página 761916Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | John Dryden - 1716 - 416 páginas
...Nectar lip, I would not change for thine. I fent thee, late, a rofie Wreath, Not fo much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon did'ft only breathe, And fent'ft it back to me : Since when it grows, and fmells,... | |
 | John Dryden, John Milton, William D'Avenant - 1716 - 418 páginas
...Neffar fip, I would nor change for thine. 1 fent thee, lare, a rofie Wreath, Nor fo much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon did'ft only breathe, And fent'ft it back to me : Since when it grows, and fmells,... | |
 | George Ellis - 1790 - 346 páginas
...Jove's neftar fup, I would not change for thine. I fent thee late a rofy wreath, Not fo much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didft only breathe, And fent'ft it back to me; Since when it grows and fmells, I fwear,... | |
 | Robert Anderson - 1795 - 912 páginas
...Jove's ne&ar fup, I would not change for thine. 1 frnt thee late a rofy wreath, f Not fo much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereou didd only breathe, And fcnt'd it back to me : Since when it grows, and fmells, I fwear,... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 382 páginas
...Jove's nectar sup, 1 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 grows and smells,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 746 páginas
...divine: But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there II could not withered be. But thou thereon did'st onely breathe, And sent'st it back to me: Since when,... | |
 | John Aikin - 1820 - 832 páginas
...Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring ing soft, less amiably mild, Than that smooth watery image : ba But thou thereon did'st only breathe, And sent'st it back to me : Since when, it grows, and smells,... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 páginas
...divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath, Not so much honoring 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, it growes, and smells,... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...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 honoring...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 grows, and smells, I... | |
 | 1835 - 320 páginas
...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 honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It would not wither'd be. < Since then it grows, and looks, and smell?, Not of itself, but thee. FARE... | |
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