 time My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.  Specimens of English Sonnets - Stran 82avtor: Alexander Dyce - 1833 - 224 straniCelotni ogled - O knjigi
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 strani
...themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time, My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes;...o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shah find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. What's in the brain, that... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1864 - 762 strani
...themselves assured, And peace proclaims Olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh and Death to me subscribes,...tribes. And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrant's crests and tombs of brass are spent.' There can be no misgiving or mistake here. That Sonnet... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 strani
...themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since spite of him I 41 live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shalt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 strani
...themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time, My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes...When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. What's in the brain, that ink may character, What's now to speak, what now to register. Which hath... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 316 strani
...themselves assur'd, And Peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My Love looks fresh: and DEATH to me subscribes!...tribes. And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrant's crests, and tombs of brass are spent. Sonnet 107. As of higher worth, so doubtless still more... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 strani
...themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes,...rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes 6 : 1 They had not SKILL enough your worth to sing:] The old copy has: For the present emendation the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 strani
...themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and death to me subscribes,...rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes 6 : 1 They had not SKILL enough your worth to sing:] The copy has: For the present emendation the reader... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 598 strani
...And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love look's fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since spite of...thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crest and tombs of brass are spent. How delicious is the following ! it has lusciousness, beauty, and... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 596 strani
...themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since spite of him I'll lire in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shalt find... | |
 | 1823 - 622 strani
...themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since spite of him 1 '11 live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in thi«... | |
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