ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders... The Jonson Anthology: 1617-1637 A. D. - Side 211redigeret af - 1899 - 312 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
| 1817 - 372 sider
...Was ravish' d from her snowie necke. THE REPLY. ASKE me no more, whither do stray The golden atomes of the day ; For in pure love, heaven did prepare Those powders, to enrich your haire. Aske me no more whither doth haste The nightingal when summer's past ; For in your... | |
| English poets - 1801 - 454 sider
...like me, a dazzled lover : But, if those beauties you not spy, Then are you blinder far than I. SONG. ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past,...in pure love, heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more, whither doth haste The nightingale, when May is past ; For in your... | |
| English poets - 1801 - 488 sider
...those beauties you not spy, Then are you blinder far than I. SON 0. ASK me no more where Jove bestowsr When June is past, the fading rose ; For, in your...in pure love, heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more, whither doth haste The nightingale, when May is past ; For in your... | |
| George Ellis - 1803 - 474 sider
...like me, a dazzled lover : But, if those beauties you not spy, Then are you blinder far than I. SONG. ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past,...in pure love, heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet... | |
| 1804 - 538 sider
...your beauty's orient deep, Thefe flowers as in their caufes fleep. Afk me no more whither do ftray The golden atoms of the day ; For in pure love heaven did prepare Thofe powders to enrich your hair. Afk me no more whither doth hafle The nightingale; when May is pad... | |
| Lyre - 1806 - 208 sider
...she behold me with a pleasing eye, I surfeit with excess of joy—and die ! Ask me no more—whither do stray The golden atoms of the Day; For, in pure love, Heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more—whither doth haste The Nightingale, when May is past; For in your... | |
| British poets - 1809 - 512 sider
...things keep Time with the Season. — Only she doth carry June in her eyes ; in her heart, January ! ASK me no more— where^ Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose ? For in your beauties' orient deep, These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more— whither do stray... | |
| 1817 - 376 sider
...Was ravish'd from her snowie necke. The Reply. ASke me no more, whither do stray The golden atomes of the day ; For in pure love, heaven did prepare Those powders, to enrich your haire. Aske me no more whither doth haste The nightingal when summer's past ; For in your... | |
| William Hazlitt - 1821 - 380 sider
...own curiosity, rather than my recommendation, to consult the originals. Here is one by T. C, arew. " Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose : For in your beauties, orient deep These flow'rs, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more, whither do stray The... | |
| 1821 - 488 sider
...— we are sure it ought to have been ; for what lady's heart could resist such verses as thr SoNG. Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose ; For in your beauties orient deep These flow'rn, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more, whither do stray The... | |
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