 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 strani
...Tho' yet, heav'n knows, it is but as a tomh, Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts : If I could write the beauty of your eyes', And in fresh...graces ; The age to come would say, this poet lies, QUICK PREVENTION. So should my papers (yellow'd with their age) TBe scorn'd, like old men of less truth... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 746 strani
...Though yet Heaven knows, it is but a* a tomb Which hides your life, and showt not half yourparti. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number ail your graces, The are to come would say, " thin poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 strani
...Tho" yet, heav'n 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...faces. So should my papers (yellow'd with their age) Be scorn 'd, like old men of less truth than tongue ; And your true rights be term'da poetls rage, And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 strani
...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 term'da poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song : But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice ; — in it, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 strani
...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...faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn 'd, like old men of less truth than tongue ; And your true rights be term'da poet's rage, And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 strani
...Though yet heaven knows . it is but as a tomb Which hides your life , and shews 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, William Harness - 1830 - 654 strani
...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 term'da poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song: XVIII. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 strani
...heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I nould write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers...faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be sconi'd, like old men of less truth than tongue; And your true rights be term'da poet's rage, And stretched... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 strani
...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 term'da poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song ; But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice — in it, and in... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 strani
...Though yet, Heaven knows, it is but as a tomb, Which hides your life, and shows not half your paits. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, • And in...be term'da poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song : But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice ; — in it, and... | |
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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... 
