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,... Specimens of English, Spoken, Read, and Recited - Página 125por Walter Rippmann (ed) - 1914 - 131 páginasVisualização integral - Acerca deste livro
| James Dickey - 2004 - 412 páginas
...musician. Edmund Waller (1606-1687) wrote a wonderful lyric called "Go, Lovely Rose." SONG Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she...Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small... | |
| Cambridge International Examinations - 2005 - 272 páginas
...given him over] given him up for dead yet] still Song: Go, Lovely Rose! EDMUND WALLER Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she...Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small... | |
| Judith Woolf - 2005 - 188 páginas
...from original seduction piece, becomes a hauntingly enduring reflection on transience. Go lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she...Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide Thou must have uncommended died. Small is... | |
| Margaret Holley - 2013 - 100 páginas
...fell in love with contrasting rhymes and syncopated three-, four-, two-, four- and four-beat lines. Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows . . . Miss Phelps was definitely cool, for a girls' school, having once been spied exiting the campus... | |
| S.P.Sharma - 2007 - 132 páginas
...may set her heart a-fire! Another is depicted as sending a message through the rose: Go, lovely Rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me. That now she...resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to me. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where... | |
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