 | English poets - 1801 - 488 pagina’s
...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 dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ;... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 474 pagina’s
...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 dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ;... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 512 pagina’s
...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 dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more— where those Stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night;... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 380 pagina’s
...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 dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm.her wrte: — — -~7* Ask me no more, where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead... | |
 | 1821 - 488 pagina’s
...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 dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, where those stars light, That downward fall in dead of night ;... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 374 pagina’s
...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 dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night... | |
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1822 - 426 pagina’s
...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 dividing throat, She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, if east or west The Phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you... | |
 | 1822 - 386 pagina’s
...did prepare Those powders, to enrich your hair. VOL. VI, PART II. Q Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat, She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, if east or west The Phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you... | |
 | 1822 - 418 pagina’s
...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 dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ;... | |
 | Charles Bucke - 1823 - 408 pagina’s
...listening or no ' ." ' Carew has a curious and fascinating conceit:— Ask me no more, whither does haste The nightingale; when May is past. For in your sweet, dividing, throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. D'Auvergne, one of the best of the ancient . Troubadours, has an elegant little... | |
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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 to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale... 
