 | Henry Richard Fox Bourne - 1891 - 668 страници
...even here he could not abstain from punning on Lady Rich's name : . Leave me, O love, which readiest but to dust ; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust : Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams,... | |
 | Henry Morley - 1892 - 486 страници
...true in spirit, though less regular than usual in the structure of its rhymes — " Leave me, O Love which reachest but to dust, And thou, my Mind, aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust : Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams,... | |
 | Sir Walter Raleigh - 1892 - 326 страници
...thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me Livelier than elsewhere Stella's image see. in.2 LEAVE me, 0 love ! which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things ! i Gray's " Miscellaneous Works of Sidney," p. 92* Sidney's "Arcadia," p. 539, edit. 1674!, Grow rich... | |
 | Henry Morley - 1892 - 484 страници
...though less regular than usual in the structure of its rhymes— " Leave me, O Love which reaches! but to dust, And thou, my Mind, aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust : Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams,... | |
 | Charles John Abbey - 1892 - 460 страници
...in his Astrophel and Stella :— CX. — ASPIRE TO HIGHER THINGS. Leave me, O Love, which readiest but to dust ; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust ; Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams,... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1893 - 650 страници
...taught, — Within myself to seek my only hire, Desiring nought but how to kill Desire. Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust ; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things j Grow rich in that which never taketh rust ; Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy... | |
 | Sir Walter Alexander Raleigh, Walter Raleigh - 1894 - 322 страници
...long, asleep thou hast me brought, Who shouldst my mind to higher things prepare. '-' Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust ; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust ; Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings.. "Then farewell,... | |
 | John Morley - 1894 - 630 страници
...myself to seek my only' hire, Desiring naught but how to kill desire. " Leave me, 0 Love, which readiest but to dust; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust ; Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams,... | |
 | Emma Marshall - 1894 - 364 страници
...any other words what effect his sister's counsel had upon him. Leave me, oh ! Love ! which reaches! but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things, Grow rich in that, which never taketh rust. Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams,... | |
 | John Addington Symonds - 1895 - 738 страници
...myself to seek my only hire, Desiring naught but how to kill desire. " Leave me, O Love, which readiest but to dust ; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust ; Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams,... | |
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Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust, And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things. Grow rich in that which never taketh rust: Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting... 
