 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...  Specimens of the Early English Poets - Seite 114von George Ellis - 1790 - 323 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Sir Wyke Bayliss - 1879 - 212 Seiten
...face. "O, rare Ben 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... | |
 | Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards - 1879 - 318 Seiten
...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 smells, I swear, Not of itself... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Ben Jonson - 1879 - 844 Seiten
...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. " Cumberland lias traced the leading ideas of this familiar «ong to some scattered passages in the... | |
 | Boyd Montgomerie M. Ranking - 1880 - 214 Seiten
...might I of 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 did'st only breathe, And sent'st it back to me : Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself,... | |
 | Jon Stallworthy - 1986 - 422 Seiten
...Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. JONSON • POE 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... | |
 | Brian Friel - 1987 - 156 Seiten
...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? PAVEL. Nothing.... | |
 | Richard Machin, Christopher Norris - 1987 - 422 Seiten
...to the world of sense (how the flowers smell). 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 them thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me, Since when it grows and smells, I swear,... | |
 | 460 Seiten
...nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thce, 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,... | |
 | 1875 - 398 Seiten
...face. " O, rare Ben 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... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 Seiten
...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 thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself,... | |
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