 For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray 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...  The Court Magazine and Belle Assemblée - Side 3041833Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | John Dryden - 1716 - 412 sider
...in your fweet dividing Throat She winrers, and keeps warm her Nore. Ask me no more where thofe Srars light That downwards fall in dead of Night: For in your Eyes they fir, and there Fixed become as in their Sphere. Ask me no more if Eaf or Weft, The Phoenix builds her... | |
 | John Dryden, John Milton, William D'Avenant - 1716 - 418 sider
...me no more where rhoie Srars light That downwards fall in dead of Nighr: For in your Eyes they fir, and there Fixed become as in their Sphere. Ask me no more if Eafl or Weft', . ;'.'••: The Phoenix builds her Spicy Neft: : :• ..! For unto- you at laft /he... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 488 sider
...enrich your hair. Ask me no more, whither doth haste The nightingale, when May is past ; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm...their sphere. Ask me no more, if east or west The phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragant bosom dies. DIALOGUE.... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 454 sider
...enrich your hair. 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. 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 - 476 sider
...to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm...in their sphere. Ask me no more if east or west The Phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. SONG.*... | |
 | Lyre - 1806 - 208 sider
...past; For in your sweet-dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more—where those Stars light, That downwards fall in dead of...there Fixed become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more—if east or west, The Phoenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you, at last, she flies, And in... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 512 sider
...enrich your hair. Ask me no more— whither doth haste The Nightingale, when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm...their sphere. Ask me no more— if east or west, The Phoenix builds her spicy nest ; ror onto you, at last, she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies !... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 374 sider
...enrich your hair. Ask me no more, whither doth haste The nightingale, when May is past ; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm...their sphere. Ask me no more, if east or west The phu:ni\ builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at lust she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies." The... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 372 sider
...enrich your hair. Ask me no more, whither doth haste The nightingale, when May is past ; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm...their sphere. Ask me no more, if east or west The phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies." The... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 380 sider
...May is past ; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm.her wrte: — — -~7* Ask me no more, where those stars light, That downwards...their sphere. Ask me no more, if east or west The. phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies." The... | |
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