 | Alexander Chalmers - English poetry - 1810 - 746 pages
...But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there II could not withered be. But thou thereon did'st onely breathe, And sent'st it back to me: Since when,... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - English poetry - 1828 - 600 pages
...But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath, Not so much honoring 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,... | |
 | Songs - 1835 - 320 pages
...divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sip, 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 would not wither'd be. < Since then it grows, and looks, and smell?, Not of itself, but thee. FARE THKE WELL.... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1836 - 336 pages
...But might I of Jove's neetar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As 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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1836 - 390 pages
...But might I of Jove's neetar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosie wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As 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... | |
 | John Aikin - English poetry - 1841 - 840 pages
...: But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath, E(|'}'~' % could not wither'd be. But thou thereon did'st only breathe, And scnt'st it back to me : Sin i- when,... | |
 | John Aikin - English poetry - 1843 - 826 pages
...: But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath, mmon prison, there to grind Among Ihe slaves and asses thy co could not wilher'd be. But thou thereon did'st only breathe, And sent'st it back to me : Since when,... | |
 | English literature - 1845 - 614 pages
...divine, Bat might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, aniel Parker Willis could not withered be : ti'ii tnou tnereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since when... | |
 | Miles Gerald Keon - 1846 - 608 pages
...divine ; Bat might I of Jove's nectar sip, I would not change for thine. I sent thec late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope that there It might not withered be. But thon thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it bock to me. Since when it... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - Authors - 1852 - 592 pages
...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... | |
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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.... 
