 | Joseph Twadell Shipley - 2001 - 688 Seiten
...powers, as for the transmutation of metals, implementation of the elements, prolongation of life. Cío, lovely rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me,...resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Then die! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small a part of time they... | |
 | Trevor Hold - 2005 - 484 Seiten
...semi-invalid for the remaining two years of his life, able to compose very little. 8 Roger Quilter (1877-1953) Go, lovely rose Tell her that wastes her time and...Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small... | |
 | James Dickey - 2004 - 412 Seiten
...fine English musician. Edmund Waller (1606-1687) wrote a wonderful lyric called "Go, Lovely Rose." SONG Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time...Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small... | |
 | Judith Woolf - 2005 - 192 Seiten
...intended as a far from original seduction piece, becomes a hauntingly enduring reflection on transience. Go lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and...Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide Thou must have uncommended died. Small is... | |
 | Cambridge International Examinations - 2005 - 272 Seiten
...latest] final given him over] given him up for dead yet] still Song: Go, Lovely Rose! EDMUND WALLER Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and...Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small... | |
 | S.P.Sharma - 2007 - 132 Seiten
...my desire, It may set her heart a-fire! Another is depicted as sending a message through the rose: Go, lovely Rose, Tell her that wastes her time and...resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to me. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where... | |
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Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide,... 
