Roger Whittaker
drink to me only with thine eyes
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Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I will pledge with mine.
Or leave a kiss within the cup
And I'll not ask for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much hon'ring thee
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be;
But thou thereon did'st only breathe,
And sent'st it back to me,
Since when it grows and smells, I swear
Not of itself, but thee - but thee.
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- The Very Best Of Roger Whittaker
- Best Of Roger Whittaker - Ultimative Hits
- Musical: Hits!
- Sometimes Late at Night
- Einfach leben - Best of - Live um die Welt
- Pop Masters: From The People - Live-reworked
- The Best, Live! (Live)
- The Last Farewell In Concert
- All Of My Life
- The Best, Live!
- The Best of Roger Whittaker
- 24 Golden Hits
- The Very Best of Roger Whittaker, Volume 2
- The Very Best Of
- The Very Best of Roger Whittaker, Vol. 2
- Raritäten
- Very Best Of - Volume 2
- Take a Little - Give a Little
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