 | Album - 1841 - 158 pàgines
...bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. SHAKSPERE. Look through mine eyes with thine. True wife,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 pàgines
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved ; — I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted all, Wherein... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 pàgines
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus : that I have scanted all Wherein... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 pàgines
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus : that I have scanted all Wherein... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 596 pàgines
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus : that I have scanted all Wherein... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 532 pàgines
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved , I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus : that I have scanted all Wherein... | |
 | 1844 - 148 pàgines
...bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. But hears it out, e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, and no man ever lov'd. SONNET. From you have I been absent in the spring, When... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 pàgines
...bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, Bui bears il out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, 1 never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. PRINCIPLES OF ELOCUTION. SCORN, CONTEMPT. is ironical approbation ; with a voice and countenance of... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 390 pàgines
...bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and w«ekN But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, 1 never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. PRINCIPLES OF ELOCUTION. SCORN, CONTEMPT. 483.8»EER M ironical >p probation ; with a voice anil countenance... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 334 pàgines
...Love alters not with his brief hour* and weeka, But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. Iftbis.be error, and upon me prov'd, 1 never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. SCORN, CONTEMPT. •tS'i.Sxrt-R Is ironical approbation ; with a voice and countenance of mirth, somewhat... | |
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Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error... 
