 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.  Notes and Queries - Page 2821893Full view - About this book
 | English poets - 1801 - 454 pages
...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 ho more where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they... | |
 | George Ellis - 1803 - 476 pages
...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 more where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 512 pages
...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 more— where those Stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night; For in your eyes they... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 372 pages
...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 more, where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they... | |
 | 1821 - 488 pages
...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 more, where those stars light, That downward fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1821 - 374 pages
...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 more, where those stars light, That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they... | |
 | Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1822 - 386 pages
...enrich your hair. VOL. VI. PAKT II. Q 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 more, if east or west The Phoenix builds her spicy nest; For unto you at last she flies,... | |
 | 1822 - 418 pages
...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 more where those stars light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they... | |
 | 1822 - 386 pages
...enrich your hair. VOL. VI, PART II. Q 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 more, if east or west The Phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you at last she flies,... | |
 | Charles Bucke - 1823 - 408 pages
...curious and fascinating conceit:— Ask me no more, whither does haste The nightingale; when May is past. For in your sweet, dividing, throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. D'Auvergne, one of the best of the ancient . Troubadours, has an elegant little poem, in which he introduces... | |
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