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 - 1889 - 824 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...line, Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. LXXXVIL Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate :... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1890 - 356 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...line, Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. LXXXVI. The poet maintains that the silence which he had previously mentioned was not caused by dismay... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1890 - 432 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 - 1891 - 500 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...line, Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. LXXXVII. Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1891 - 206 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 - 1893 - 200 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 - 1894 - 512 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 - 1894 - 392 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 *° Reserve] \. e. preserve. Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot... | |
| Frederick Samuel Boas - 1896 - 576 páginas
...Sonnet 86, where, after speaking of the 'proud full sail of his great verse,' the poet proceeds: ' Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot boast.' Now in 1594 Chapman published a poem, The Shadow of the Night, in the dedication to which he censures... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1897 - 330 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 enfeebl'd mine. LXXXVII Farewell ! thou art too dear... | |
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