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 Five Authors of 'Shake-speares Sonnets' - Stranica 56napisao/la Henry Telford Stonor Forrest - 1923 - Broj stranica: 270Potpun prikaz - O ovoj knjizi
| William Shakespeare - 1760 - Broj stranica: 266
...Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my filence cannot boaft ; 1 was not fick of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fill'd up his line>. Then lack'd I matter, that infeebled mine. Farewel, thou art too dear for my pofleflmg, And, like enough, thou know'fi- thy eftimate... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1775 - Broj stranica: 290
...Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As vidtors, of my filence cannot boaft ; I was not fick of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter, that infeebled mine. Farewel, thou art too dear for my poflefling, And, like enough, thou know'ft thy eftimate... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1804 - Broj stranica: 268
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain rehearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He nor that%ffable familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1808 - Broj stranica: 224
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain rehearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ' Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...astonished. He, nor that .affable familiar ghost, M VOL. ix. Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast ; I was... | |
| Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - Broj stranica: 746
...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. SONNET LXXXVII. FAREWELL ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1810 - Broj stranica: 728
...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, that struck me dead ? Xo, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1812 - Broj stranica: 372
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain rehearse, 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 VOL. ix. • 134 I'OKMS ON Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1812 - Broj stranica: 380
...spirits taught to write [ol Read fil'd ie polished. ANON. [i] For Rehearse, read inherse. STEEVENS. Above a mortal pitch that struck me dead ? No, neither...night, Giving him aid, my verse astonished. • He, nor tliat affable familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - Broj stranica: 312
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb, the womb wherein they grew 1 Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...cannot boast ; I was not sick of any fear from thence T But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter, that enfeebled mine. In Spencer... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1826 - Broj stranica: 216
...No, neither he, uor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that aQ'able familiar ghost , Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,...cannot boast; I was not sick of any fear from thence. Bat when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter; that enfeebled mine. LXXXVII. Farewell... | |
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