 | John Dryden, John Milton, William D'Avenant - 1716 - 418 pages
...me no more where rhoie Srars light That downwards fall in dead of Nighr: For in your Eyes they fir, and there Fixed become as in their Sphere. Ask me no more if Eafl or Weft', . ;'.'••: The Phoenix builds her Spicy Neft: : :• ..! For unto- you at laft /he... | |
 | John Dryden - Classical poetry - 1716 - 412 pages
...me no more where thofe Srars light That downwards fall in dead of Night: For in your Eyes they fir, and there Fixed become as in their Sphere. Ask me no more if Eaf or Weft, The Phoenix builds her Spicy Neft : Sor Bate you at laft flit flies, And in your fragrant... | |
 | English poets - 1801 - 488 pages
...throat 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,...nest ; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragant bosom dies. DIALOGUE. [From a MS. in the possession of Mr. Malone.] TELL me, Utrechia, since... | |
 | George Ellis - English poetry - 1803 - 474 pages
...throat 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,...at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. SONG.* Conquest by flight. LADIES, fly from Love's smooth tale I Oaths steep'd in tears do oft prevail... | |
 | Lyre - Love poetry, English - 1806 - 208 pages
...throat 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,...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 flies, And in... | |
 | British poets - English poetry - 1809 - 512 pages
...throat 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,...if east or west, The Phoenix builds her spicy nest ; ror onto you, at last, she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies ! Vol. ISHIRLEY. DEATH's FINAL... | |
 | 1821 - 488 pages
...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 golden...their sphere. Ask me no more, if East or West, The r; iiI-Il \ builds her spicy nest : For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom diet.... | |
 | William Hazlitt - Dramatists, English - 1821 - 372 pages
...throat 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,...last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies." The Hue and Cry of Love, the Epitaphs on Lady Mary Villiers, and the Friendly Reproof to Ben Jonson... | |
 | William Hazlitt - English drama - 1821 - 374 pages
...throat 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,...their sphere. Ask me no more, if east or west The phu:ni\ builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at lust she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies." The... | |
 | English poetry - 1822 - 418 pages
...throat 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,...at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. HOHENLINDEN. ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter... | |
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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 keeps warm her note. Ask me no... 
