 | William Shakespeare - 1760 - 266 pàgines
...wherein they grew?' Was it his fpirit, by fpirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that ftruck mr, dead ? No, neither he nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verfe aftoniihed. He nor that affable familiar gholl, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1775 - 290 pàgines
...wherein they grew ? Was it his fpirit, by fpirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that ftruck me dead ? No, neither he nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verfe aftonifhed. He nor that affable familiar ghoft, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 752 pàgines
...wherein they grew * ? Was it his fpirit, by fpirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that ftruck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verfe allonifhed. He, nor that affable familiar ghoft, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence *;,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 306 pàgines
...wherein they grew ? Was it his fpirit, by fpirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that ftruck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verfe aftonifhed. He, nor that affable familiar ghoft Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 pàgines
...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 - 224 pàgines
...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 - 746 pàgines
...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...gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast ; I was not sick of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fill'd up his line,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 pàgines
...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 - 372 pàgines
...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 - 380 pàgines
...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... | |
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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,... 
