 Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide,...  A Dictionary of Quotations from the English Poets - Page 524by Henry George Bohn - 1881 - 715 pagesFull view - About this book
 | John Latham - English poetry - 1853 - 304 pages
...precor, tum demum texe corollam, Et de cupressi texta sit illa comis. October 9th, 1843. GO, LOVELY ROSE. Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and...resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that 's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - Country life - 1854 - 592 pages
...accommodation of numerous guests. POETBY OTS BOSES. 305 A FEW ROSES FROM THE POET'S GARDEN. TO A ROSE. Go lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and...resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spy'd, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where... | |
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 208 pages
...her home. We shall miss the frolicsome kitten much, but the dear child far more. THE ROSE. WALLEB. Go, lovely rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and...resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - Country life - 1854 - 482 pages
...others had been more Than to thy famish'd mind the wide world's store. BK.V Jossox, 1574-1G3T. THE ROSE. Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and...resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - English literature - 1854 - 796 pages
...of the most graceful poems of an age from which a taste for the highest poetry was fast vanishing." Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and...resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to beTell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thon sprung In deserts, where... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - Country life - 1855 - 510 pages
...others had been more Than to thy famish'd mind the wide world's store. BEN JONSON, 1574-1681 THE ROSE. Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and...resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where... | |
 | Henry Kirke White - English poetry - 1855 - 408 pages
...them to her, she discovered an additional stanza written by him nt the bottom of the song here copied. Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and...resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where... | |
 | Henry Kirke White, Robert Southey - English poetry - 1855 - 870 pages
...them to her, she discovered an additional stanza written by him at the bottom of the song here copied. Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and...resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to bo. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied j That hadst thou sprung In deserts,... | |
 | English poetry - 1856 - 754 pages
...tender heart Can never break, can never break in vain. EDMUND WALLER. Born 1605. f 1687. . » Song. Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time, and...resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her-that's young, And shuhs to have her graces spy'd, That, hadst thou sprung In deserts where... | |
 | Durack - Latin language - 1857 - 128 pages
...hoc sciat esse caducnni, Neve, quod eniteat gratius, esse diu. — GBETTON. THE ROSE, A MESSENGER. Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and...her to thee, How sweet, and fair, she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spy'd, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where... | |
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