 | Epigrammatists - 1870 - 654 pages
...a drink divine; But might 1 of Jove's nectar sip, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, lute, a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows, and smells, I... | |
 | English periodicals - 1923 - 1004 pages
...compliant boughs Yielded them, side-long as they sat recline On the soft downy bank damaskt with flowers. 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 send'st it back to me ; Since when it grows,... | |
 | Nineteenth century - 1923 - 976 pages
...compliant boughs Yielded them, side-long as they sat recline On the soft downy bank damaskt with flowers. 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 send'st it back to me ; Since when it grows,... | |
 | Jon Stallworthy - Literary Criticism - 1986 - 422 pages
...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 not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and... | |
 | Brian Friel - Drama - 1987 - 156 pages
...that song? PAVEL. 'Drink to me only'. FENICHKA. I never heard him singing that before. PAVEL, (speaks) 'I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be . . .' (FENICHKA has been counting the chairs.) FENICHKA. Sorry, Pavel — what was that?... | |
 | Bill Swainson - Reference - 2000 - 1360 pages
...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...giving it a hope that there It could not wither'd be. "To Celia" (1616), st. l 3 Soul of the Age! My Shakespeare, rise; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer,... | |
 | Cambridge International Examinations - Juvenile Nonfiction - 2005 - 272 pages
...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 not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me, Since when it breathes... | |
 | Colin Bingham - Social Science - 2006 - 428 pages
...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 not withered be. But thou thereon did'st only breathe, And senfst it back to me: Since when it grows, and... | |
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - Literary Collections - 2006 - 512 pages
...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 not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me: Since when it grows, and... | |
 | 2006 - 524 pages
...it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But them thereon did' st only breathe, And sent' st it back to me; Since when it grows and smells, I swear, None of itself, but thee. 刀 一 l · BenJonson 唯wordedaworkby · aG 爬ekSop 肘stof 山e 山计dcen... | |
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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... 
