Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch,... The Works of William Shakespeare - Página 702por William Shakespeare - 1883Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
| William Shakespeare - 1858 - 736 páginas
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inherse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...of any fear from thence ; But when your countenance fill'd up his line ', Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. 7 — FILL'D up his line,] Steevens... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1862 - 546 páginas
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their iomh the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. LXXXVII. Farewell ! thou art too dear... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1862 - 364 páginas
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...of any fear from thence. But when your countenance filed 2 up his line, Then lack'd I matter; that enfeebled mine. LXXXVH. Farewell! thou art too dear... | |
| Robert Cartwright - 1862 - 200 páginas
...preserves his temper when describing the combination against him : " Was it his spirit, by spirits taugU to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead...intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast." " Alluding, perhaps," says Mr. Stevens, " to the celebrated Dr. Dee's pretended intercourse with an... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 770 páginas
...did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb, the womb wherein they grew I Was it hie spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal...gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence can not boast; I was not sick of any fear from thence 1 But when your countenance fiH'd up his line,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 páginas
...he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished.1" He, nor that affable-familiar ld besides, That part of tyranny that I do bear I...cancel hie captivity. CAS. And why should Cœsar LXXXVII. Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1865 - 184 páginas
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter; that enfeebled mine. LXXXVII. Farewell! thou art too dear... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1866 - 402 páginas
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost M Reserve] ie preserve. L Which nightly gulls him with intelligence. As victors, of my silence cannot... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1866 - 412 páginas
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost so Reserve] ie preserve. Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot... | |
| Ethan Allen Hitchcock - 1866 - 298 páginas
...all-too-precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inherse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...his line Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. Vide Sonnets 1-17, 80, LXXXVII. Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou... | |
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