 Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love. Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain. Suns that set may rise again: But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual...  A progressive Latin anthology. [Ed.] by H.M. Wilkins - Side 233af Henry Musgrave Wilkins - 1864Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Ben Jonson - 1983 - 414 sider
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 | George Colman - 1983 - 478 sider
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 | Ben Jonson - 1984 - 138 sider
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 | Gerald Hammond - 1984 - 236 sider
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 | R. Wilcher - 1985 - 214 sider
...the heart of Marvell's inspiration: Come my Celia, let us prove, While we may, the sports of love; Time will not be ours, for ever: He, at length, our...we lose this light, 'Tis, with us, perpetual night. Phrases are echoed and the central idea is carried over in 'To His Coy Mistress', but there is a physical... | |
 | John Wain - 1986 - 474 sider
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