 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? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which...  The Quarterly Review - Pàgina 423editat per - 1864Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 pàgines
...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...of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fill'd up his line. Then lack'd I matter that enfeebled mine. SYMPATHIZING LOVE. For how do I hold... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 pàgines
...aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that .affable familiar ghost, M VOL. ix. Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot...of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter that enfeebled mine. Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 746 pàgines
...night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot...of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. SONNET LXXXVII. FAREWELL ! thou art... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 pàgines
...night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly julls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast; I was not sirk of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 pàgines
...Giving him aid, my verse astonished. • He, nor tliat affable familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot...of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter that enfeebled mine. Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 pàgines
...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...of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter that enfeebled mine. Farewell, thou art too dear for my possessing,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 312 pàgines
...night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence 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 - 216 pàgines
...Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that aQ'able familiar ghost , Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 pàgines
...night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot...of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fil'd up his line. Then lack'd I matter; that enfeebled mine. SONNETS. Ill Farewcl ! thou art too dear... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 pàgines
...night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast; I was not sick of any fear from thence. LXXKVII. And like enough thou know'st thy estimate : Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,... | |
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