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" 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 honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could... "
Specimens of the Early English Poets - الصفحة 114
بواسطة George Ellis - 1790 - عدد الصفحات: 323
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Early English poems, Chaucer to Pope

English poems - 1863 - عدد الصفحات: 364
...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 it grows,...

Emblems and Poetry of Flowers ...

1864 - عدد الصفحات: 206
...ncotar sip, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thec, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. IHit thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to mce, Since when it growes, and smells,...

Melodies and Madrigals: Mostly from the Old English Poets

Richard Henry Stoddard - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 240
...from the soul doth rise, Doth aJk a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's neflar sup, [1616.] Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there...withered be. But thou thereon didft only breathe, And senfft it back to me: Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. BEN JONSON....

Selected Songs Sung at Harvard College: From 1862 to 1866 ...

1866 - عدد الصفحات: 134
...might I of Jove's nectar sip, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a roseate 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, I swear, Not of itself,...

The Greek Pastoral Poets: Theocritus-Bion-Moschus

Theocritus - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 400
...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 back to me : Since when, it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself,...

Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by ...

Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 726
...but might I of Jove's nedlar sip 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 grows, and smells, I swear, not of itself...

Golden Leaves from the British Poets

John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 574
...Doth ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, 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 it grows,...

Festival of Song: A Series of Evenings with the Poets

Frederick Saunders - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 412
...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 it grows,...

The Lovers' Dictionary: A Poetical Treasury of Lovers' Thoughts, Fancies ...

J. H. - 1867 - عدد الصفحات: 860
...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 grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself,...

Lyra elegantiarum, a collection of some of the best specimens of vers de ...

Frederick Locker- Lampson - 1867 - عدد الصفحات: 428
...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 it grows,...




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