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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,... "
The Book of Gems: Chaucer to Prior - 168. oldal
Szerkesztette: - 1836
Teljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről

Selections from the British Poets, 1. kötet

Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1840 - 372 oldal
...proper terms, such as men smatter, When they throw out, and miss the matter. EDMUND WALLER. 1605-1687. 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...

The Poetical Works of Henry Kirke White

Henry Kirke White - 1840 - 330 oldal
...written by him at the bottom of the song here copied. Go, lovely rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time on me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee,...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 uncqmmended died. Small...

Burton's Gentleman's Magazine and American Monthly Review, 6-7. kötet

William Evans Burton, Edgar Allan Poe - 1840 - 616 oldal
...resembles a dry quill very much, and as they increase in length, they curl up at the edges. THE MESSENGER. Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That well she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair ehe seems to be. Tell her, that's young,...

Specimens of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Notices, and ...

Thomas Campbell - 1841 - 844 oldal
...that's fair ; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round. GO, LOVELY ROSE. 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...

Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Ben Jonson ...

John Aikin - 1841 - 840 oldal
...Like Phœbus thus, acquiring unsought praise, He catch'd at love, and fill'd his arms with beys. SONG. spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small...

Collectanea graeca minora, 2. kötet

Andrew Dalzel - 1841 - 856 oldal
...JAC. TÄTE. 540. — el J¿ yr\í ¿л' ¿б/dc'roíf ] Sic Waller : Song to a Rote, Tell her, thafs young And shuns to have her graces spy'd, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommendtd died. Conf. Grej/'j Elegy : Full many a flower...

The sentiment of flowers; or, Language of flora, by R. Tyas

Robert Tyas - 1842 - 462 oldal
...leaves, and all its beauty, it fell with the portion of weeds and outworn faces." Go! lovely rose I Tell her that wastes her time, and me, That now she knows, When I resemhle her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Then die ! that she The common fate of all...

Select Works of the British Poets, in a Chronological Series from Ben Jonson ...

John Aikin - 1843 - 830 oldal
...Like Phoebus thus, acquiring unsought praise. He catch'd at love, and fill'd his arms with bars. SONG. in worship paid To whom we hate ! Let us not then...obtain'd Unacceptable, though iu Heaven, our state spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended diedSmall...

Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Ben Jonson ...

John Aikin - 1843 - 826 oldal
...Phoebus thus, acquiring unsought praise, He catch'd at love, 'and fill'd his arms with bays. SONG. ition strange : yet be not sad. Evil into the mind of God or Man May-come and go, so unapprov'd, spied, Thai hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thuu must have uncommended died. Small...

The Poetical Works of Rogers, Campbell, J. Montgomery, Lamb, and Kirke White ...

Samuel Rogers - 1843 - 516 oldal
...returned them to her, she discovered an additional itten by him at the bottom of the Song bere cupiedGo, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me,...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...




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