| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 páginas
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inherse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew 1 Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a...of any fear from thence ; But when your countenance fllTd up his line', Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. LXXXVII. Farewell : thou art too dear... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 606 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 a...of any fear from thence ; But when your countenance filTd up his line', Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. LXXXVII. Farewell : thou art too dear... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 596 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 a...of any fear from thence ; But when your countenance filFd up his line 7, Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. LXXXVII. Farewell : thou art too dear... | |
| William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 606 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 a...Giving him aid, my verse astonished : He, nor that aflable familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 páginas
...No, neither he, nor his compeers hy night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affahle familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence ; As victors, of my silence cannot hoast; I was not sick of any fear from thence : But when your countenance filed up his line, Then lacked... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1844 - 532 páginas
...yon, 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 a...ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence , As \ictors of my silence cannot boast. I was not sick of any fear from thence ; But when your countenance... | |
| 1923 - 850 páginas
...has been too much inclined to accept everything without a murmur.' BT J. ST. LOE BTRACHET [Spectator] He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence. — SRAKESPKARB BROTHER or stranger, active friend or foe? I do not know: perhaps shall never know.... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 582 páginas
...in my brain inhenrae, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by ipirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck...Giving him aid. my verse astonished. He, nor that enable familiar ghost, • Which nightly gulls him with intelligence. As victors of my silence cannot... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 338 páginas
...they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch that struck me dead t No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him...But when your countenance fill'd up his line. Then lack'd I matter, that enfeebled mine. S. LXXXyI. In Spenser, indeed, we trace a mind constitutionally... | |
| Charles Knight - 1849 - 574 páginas
...tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal piteh, that struck me dead, ? No, neither he, nor his compeers...of any fear from thence. But, when your countenance fil'd up his linc, Then lack'd I matter : that enfeebled mine. —86. Farewell ! thou art too dear... | |
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