 | English poets - 1801 - عدد الصفحات: 488
...golden atoms of the day ; For, in pure love, heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more, whither doth haste The nightingale,...She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - عدد الصفحات: 454
...golden atoms of the day ; For, in pure love, heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more, whither doth haste The nightingale,...throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me ho more where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - عدد الصفحات: 476
...The golden atoms of the day; For, in pure love, heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale...She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - عدد الصفحات: 512
...The golden atoms of the Day; For, in pure love, Heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more— whither doth haste The Nightingale,...winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more— where those Stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there... | |
 | 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 488
...golden atoms of the day ; For, in pure love, Heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more, whither doth haste The nightingale,...winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, where those stars light, That downward fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 374
...The golden atoms of the day ; For in pure love, Heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more, whither doth haste The nightingale,...winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 372
...The golden atoms of the day ; For in pure love, Heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more, whither doth haste The nightingale,...winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - عدد الصفحات: 380
...The golden atoms of the day ; For in pure love, Heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more, whither doth haste The nightingale,...your sweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm.her wrte: — — -~7* Ask me no more, where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of... | |
 | 1822 - عدد الصفحات: 418
...golden atoms of the day ; For, in pure love, Heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale...She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there... | |
 | Charles Bucke - 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 416
...listening or no1." 1 Carew has a curious and fascinating conceit : — Ask me no more, whither does haste The nightingale; when May is past. For in your...dividing, throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. D'Auvergne, one of the best of the ancient Troubadours, has an elegant little poem, in which he introduces... | |
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Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale, when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. 
