 | 1845 - 614 sider
...cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine, Bat 1 rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be : ti'ii... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1847 - 850 sider
...kiss but in the cup, And 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 not withered be. But... | |
 | Percy Society - 1848 - 414 sider
...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,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1850 - 710 sider
...kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst, that from the soul doth rue, Doth ask wardice and Boatti'ng.'] [Falstaff, who IN represented as a monster of fat, ft sensualist, Mid A co rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, -As giving it a hope, that there It could not wither'd be.... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 594 sider
...kiss but in the cup, And 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 not wither'd be.... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 sider
...surely be divine; But might I of Love's nectar sup I would not change for wine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. J • But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it hack to me. Since when it grows and smells,... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 sider
...the cup, And lie not looke for wine. The thirst, that from the soule doth rise, Doth aske a drinke divine: But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would...giving it a hope that there It could not withered bee. But thou thereon did'st onely breath, And sent'st it backe to mee: Since when it growes, and smells,... | |
 | 1852 - 874 sider
...kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst, that from the soul doth rise, Doth ask bservation rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not wither'd be. But... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 588 sider
...might I of Love's nectar sup I "would not change for wine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so mnch honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe And scnt'st it back to me. Since when -it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but... | |
 | 1853 - 560 sider
...kiss but in the cup, And 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 not withered he.... | |
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Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And 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.... 
