 | Frederick Locker-Lampson, Coulson Kernahan - English poetry - 1891 - 452 pages
...eyes they sit, and there Fixed become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more if east or west, The phcenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies ! XXXL Thomas Carew. JULIAS BED. SEE'ST thou that cloud as silver clear, Plump, soft, and swelling... | |
 | William Ralph Hall Caine - English poetry - 1892 - 320 pages
...past, the fading rose ; For in your beauties' orient deep These flow'rs, as in their causes, sleep. 122 Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of...at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. Mediocrity in Love rejected GIVE me more love, or more disdain ; The torrid or the frozen zone Brings... | |
 | William Watson - Poetry - 1892 - 272 pages
...warm her note. Ask me no more, where those stars light, That downward fall in dead of night ; P'or in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become, as...at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. THOMAS CAREW. CXVI Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When... | |
 | American poetry - 1923 - 748 pages
...sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more, where those stars light 1 That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your...at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. THOMAS CAREW 164 THEBOWEROFBLISS (The "daintie Paradise of the Enchauntresse" tuhereinto the Palmer... | |
 | Barbara Herrnstein Smith - Literary Criticism - 1968 - 307 pages
...downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become as in their sphere. 16 Ask me no more if east or west The phoenix builds...you at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies.42 20 48 Text from Howarth, Minor Poets of the Seventeenth Century, pp. I4&-49. The thematic structure... | |
 | John Hollander - Poetry - 1990 - 280 pages
...where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither...at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. These stanzas embody not so much rhetorical questions as rhetorical imperatives. "Don't ask X or Y"... | |
 | William Harmon - Literary Collections - 1998 - 386 pages
...where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither...at last she flies And in your fragrant bosom dies. COMPOSED AROUND 1630; PUBLISHED 1640. Carew, a Cavalier poet much influenced by Ben Jonson and John... | |
 | Geoffrey O'Brien, Billy Collins - Poetry - 2007 - 778 pages
...me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love Heaven did prepare These powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither...at last she flies And in your fragrant bosom dies. THOMAS CAREW ENGLISH Il595?-1645?> Clothes Do but Cheat and Cozen Us LOVE AND Away with silks, away... | |
 | Cambridge International Examinations - Juvenile Nonfiction - 2005 - 272 pages
...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...at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. Jove] the Roman god Jupiter bestows] disposes of orient] (I) (noun) sunrise; (2) (adjective) lustrous,... | |
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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 keeps... 
