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...giving It a hope that there It could not wither'd be ; But thou thereon did only breathe, And gent it back to me . Since when it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee." Literature has made the language of flowers too well known amongst us, to revert to the use of the... | |
 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1840 - 372 pagine
...change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, i As giving it a hope that there It could not wither'd be. But thou thereon...grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. SONG OP NISHT. BREAK, Phant'sie, from thy cave And spread thy purple wings ; Now all thy figures are... | |
 | Herbert Kynaston - 1841 - 194 pagine
...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. Serta ego promisi roseis intexta corollis ; Non tibi, sed decori tu quibus ipsa fores ; Sic positos... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 826 pagine
...late, a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not wilher'd nolhmg else ; no bctler service With those thy boisterous...locks, no worthy match For valor to assail, nor by th FROM THE SHEPHERD'S HOLIDAY. THUS, thus, begin : the yearly rites Are due to Pan on these bright nights... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 830 pagine
...wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not wither'd be. But thon thee, sailors, when away, In every port a mistress find : Yes, yes, believe them when they tell the Hot of itself, but thee. FROM THE SHEPHERD'S HOLlDAY. NYMPH l. THUS, thus, begin : the yearly rites... | |
 | 1845 - 614 pagine
...so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be : ti'ii tnou tnereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since...grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. BEN JONSOK. POWER OF LOVE. LET those complain that feel Love's cruelty, And in sad legends write their... | |
 | William Linwood - 1846 - 342 pagine
...late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It might not withered be : But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st...grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. Ben Jonson. XXV. ^ropinatio a& (Keliam. LUMINIBUS prior ipsa tuis, mea vita, propines, Sic referent... | |
 | William Linwood - 1846 - 372 pagine
...late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It might not withered be : But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st...grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee. Ben Jonson. XXV. fîropmatto au (Ccliam. LUMINIBUS prior ipsa tuis, mea vita, propines, Sic referent... | |
 | Miles Gerald Keon - 1846 - 608 pagine
...a hope that there It might not withered be. But thon thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it bock to me. Since when it grows and smells I swear Not of itself, but thee. AnthoL Oxon. p. 44. Verum ego, et ipsius biberem si nectar Olympi Jururcm hoc labris postposuisse tuis.... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1847 - 850 pagine
...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. HYMN TO DIANA. QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep ; Seated in thy silver... | |
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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... 
