 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 630 sider
...kiss but in the cup, And I '11 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 honoring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be ; But... | |
 | Thomas Arnold - 1877 - 656 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 laie a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered... | |
 | Frederick Edward Hulme - 1877 - 270 sider
...me only with thine eyes," has the lines — " 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, but... | |
 | Robert Greene, Christopher Marlowe, Ben Jonson - 1878 - 576 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... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 332 sider
...kiss within 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;... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Ben Jonson - 1879 - 844 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 honoring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be. "... | |
 | Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards - 1879 - 318 sider
...kiss within 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;... | |
 | Walter Hamilton - 1879 - 344 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... | |
 | Sir Wyke Bayliss - 1879 - 214 sider
...Jonson," such • sweet words were 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 but... | |
 | Joseph Angus - 1880 - 726 sider
...That did so take Eliza and our James. To Cdia. I sent thee late a rosie wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope, that there It could not...it back to me, Since when it growes, and smells, I swcare, Not of itselfe but thee. One of tvxt stanzas. From Songs by PHILOSTRATC*. To the Holy Trinity.... | |
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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.... 
