 | John Williamson Palmer - 1861 - عدد الصفحات: 540
...downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more if east or west The Phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flics, And in your fragrant bosom dies. THOMAS CAREW. 96 THE I!E\v YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY fOP, LCMOX N... | |
 | 1863 - عدد الصفحات: 546
...has a capital conceit — " Ask me no more, whither does haste The nightingale ; when May is post. For in your sweet, dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note." What a mystery is migration, and how much greater a mystery has it been made by that class of naturalists... | |
 | Thomas Budd Shaw, sir William Smith - 1864 - عدد الصفحات: 554
...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,...winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1864 - عدد الصفحات: 344
...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,...she winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, where those stars light that downwards fall in dead of night; for in your eyes they sit, and there... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1864 - عدد الصفحات: 210
...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,...winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, where those stars light That downward fall at dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1865 - عدد الصفحات: 252
...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,...winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there... | |
 | Dublin city, univ - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 300
...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,...winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night ; For, in your eyes they sit, and there... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1866 - عدد الصفحات: 240
...powders to enrich your hair. in. AJk me no more whither doth hafte The nightingale when Spring is pafi; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. IT. AJk me no more where those fiars light That downwards fall in dead of night ; "For in your eyes... | |
 | J. H. - 1867 - عدد الصفحات: 860
...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...She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there... | |
 | Frederick Locker- Lampson - 1867 - عدد الصفحات: 428
...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...She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there... | |
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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. 
