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Bøker Bok 4150 av 180Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but...
" 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.... "
The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series ... - Side 514
redigert av - 1810
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Folk Songs

John Williamson Palmer - 1861 - 466 sider
...Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. 89 Translation of BEN JONSON. I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a...It could not withered be. But thou thereon did'st only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since when, it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself,...
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The Loves and Heroines of the Poets

Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861
...eyes, And I will pledge with mine ; BEN JONSON. 115 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...
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English ...

Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 332 sider
...that from the soul doth rise And I will pledge with mine ; Or leave a kiss but in the cup 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 ; But...
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The Loves and Heroines of the Poets

Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - 480 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...
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Recollections of a Literary Life: Or, Books, Places, and People

Mary Russell Mitford - 1862 - 558 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...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, bnt...
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Gleanings from the English poets, Chaucer to Tennyson, with biogr. notices ...

Robert Inglis (bookseller) - 1862
...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...
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A manual of English literature

Thomas Arnold - 1862 - 423 sider
...a kiss but in the cup, And I 'll not ask 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...
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Choice poems and lyrics

1862
...love'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 it back to me: Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but...
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Early English poems, Chaucer to Pope

1863
...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....
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Favourite English Poems: A Collection of Some of the Most ..., Volum 1

1863
...*'i the Scotch, he n he obtained his favourite. 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....
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