 | William Shakespeare - 1879 - 274 pàgines
...Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh...rights be term'da poet's rage And stretched metre of an antique song : THE UNFADING PICTURE C HALL I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Ben Jonson - 1879 - 844 pàgines
...Though yet heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...their age, Be scorn'd. like old men of less truth than tonjnie : O And your true rights be term'da poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song : But... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1879 - 546 pàgines
...Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and showsnot half your parts. If liness To stay the judgment o' the divorce; for if It did take place, ' I do,' quoth he, ' pe coine would say ' This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.' So should my... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1881 - 328 pàgines
...Though yet, Heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...say, This poet lies ; Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men of less... | |
 | David M. Main - 1880 - 506 pàgines
...Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And : in fresh...say, ' This poet lies ; Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.' So should my papers, yellowed with their age, Be scorned like old men of less... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Henry Norman Hudson - 1881 - 686 pàgines
...Though yet, Heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...say, This poet lies ; Such heavenly touches ne'er toucKd earthly faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men of less... | |
 | David M. Main - 1880 - 490 pàgines
...heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces.' So should my papers, yellowed with their age, Be scorned like old men of less truth than tongue, And your true rights be termed a poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song : But were some child of yours alive that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1881 - 466 pàgines
...Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue ; (6) your] Has been altered to " you." And your true rights be term'da poet's rage, And stretched... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1881 - 360 pàgines
...Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Whioh hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh...ne'er touch'd earthly faces." So should my papers, yellowed with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue, And your true rights be... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1881 - 362 pàgines
...Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes * And in fresh...ne'er touch'd earthly faces." So should my papers, yellowed with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue, And your true rights be... | |
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If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would... 
