 | John Dryden, John Milton, William D'Avenant - 1716 - 418 стор.
...your Hair. Ask me no more whither doth hafte The Nightingale, when M*j is paft.' For in your fweet dividing Throat She winters, and keeps warm her Note. Ask me no more where thofe Stars light That downwards fall in dead of Night: For in your Eyes they fit, and there... | |
 | 1795 - 480 стор.
...atoms of the day; For in pure love Heav'n did prepare This powder to enrich the air. Ask me no more, whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past ; For in your sweet melodious throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, where Jove bestows, When June... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 454 стор.
...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...throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me ho more where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 474 стор.
...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;...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... | |
 | George Ellis - 1811 - 478 стор.
...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...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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell - 1819 - 444 стор.
...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...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... | |
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1822 - 386 стор.
...pure love heaven did prepare Those powders, to enrich your hair. VOL. VI. PAKT II. Q Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past;...if east or west The Phoenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies." The following two stanzas of the... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 374 стор.
...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...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... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 372 стор.
...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...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... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 380 стор.
...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...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 of... | |
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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 sweet dividing throat She winters, and... 
