 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 live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes; And thou in this...  Shakespeare : A Life: A Life - Strana 295podľa Park Honan - 1998 - Počet stránok 480Obmedzený náhľad - O tejto knihe
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - Počet stránok 596
...true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured, And the sad augurs mock their own presage ; Incertainties...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 shall find... | |
 | 1823 - Počet stránok 608
...true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured, And the sad augurs mock their own presage ; Incertainties...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... | |
 | 1823 - Počet stránok 622
...true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confmed doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured, And the sad augurs mock their own presage ; Incertainties...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 thii shalt... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - Počet stránok 598
...true love control, Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured. And the sad augurs mock their own presage ; Incertainties...Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love loofts fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since spite of him I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - Počet stránok 216
...forfeit to a confined doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured, And the sad augurs mock their 6wn presage ; Incertainties now crown themselves assured,...endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time and Death to me subscribes, What's new to speak, what new to register, That may express my love, or... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - Počet stránok 638
...endur'd, And the sad augurs mock their own presage ; Incertaintics now crown themselves assur'd, .. And peace proclaims olives of endless age. •; Now with the drops of this most balmy lime . My love looks fresh, and Duath to me subscribes, Since spite of him I'll live in this poor rhime,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - Počet stránok 654
...true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd, And the sad augurs mock their own presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love... | |
 | Alexander Dyce - 1833 - Počet stránok 240
...true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confiu'd doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd, And the sad augurs mock their own presage ; Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most halmy time My love... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1834 - Počet stránok 360
...prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come — The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd, And the sad augurs mock their own presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My Love... | |
 | Robert Walsh - 1836 - Počet stránok 536
...still shall live, (such virtue hath my pen,) Where breath most breathes,—even in the mouths of men. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love...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'... | |
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