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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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Beauties from the British Dramatists

British dramatists - 1868 - عدد الصفحات: 138
...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,...

Chambers's Miscellany of Instructive & Entertaining Tracts, المجلدات 19-20

William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1869 - عدد الصفحات: 526
...I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. 160 9 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,...

The Epigrammatists: A Selection from the Epigrammatic Literature of Ancient ...

Henry Philip Dodd - 1870 - عدد الصفحات: 652
...might 1 of Jove's nectar 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,...

Class-book of English Poetry from Chaucer to Tennyson

Daniel Scrymgeour - 1870 - عدد الصفحات: 644
...might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. II. 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...

Favourite English poems and poets

English poems - 1870 - عدد الصفحات: 722
...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,...

A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets

William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - عدد الصفحات: 968
...Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me : Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself...

The Gentleman's Magazine, الجزء 1

1871 - عدد الصفحات: 780
...a total contradiction to the bluff nature of the man : — " I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not witherM be ; But thou thereon didst only breathe, And send it back to me, Since when it grows and smells,...

Remarkable, But Still True. A Novel

Walter Fitzallen - 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 422
...might I of Jove's nectar 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 back to me; Since when it grows and smells, I swear, not of itself...

Golden leaves from the works of poets and painters, ed. by R. Bell

Robert Bell - 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 420
...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,...

Chambers's miscellany of instructive & entertaining tracts, المجلد 20

Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 268
...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,...




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