 | Richard Maurice Bucke - 2006 - Počet stránok 405
...cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament, And only * herald to the gaudy spring. Within thy own bud buriest thy content, And, tender churl, mak'st...be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee. * Only— Ie, incomparable herald of the gaudy spring. In forty-three cases of Cosmic Conseiowsnesi... | |
 | Jennifer Mueller - 2006 - Počet stránok 108
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 | William Shakespeare - 2011 - Počet stránok 706
...old age 12. by succession thine: ie, inherited from you by legal right 22 Shakespeare's Sonnets 23 When forty winters shall besiege thy brow And dig...in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tattered weed of small worth held. 4 Then being asked where all thy beauty... | |
 | Oscar Wilde - 2006 - Počet stránok 78
...player. How barren and profitless a thing, he says, is this beauty of yours if it be not used:When forty winters shall besiege thy brow And dig deep...in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,... | |
 | Oscar Wilde - 2006 - Počet stránok 86
...player. How barren and profitless a thing, he says, is this beauty of yours if it be not used:When forty winters shall besiege thy brow And dig deep...in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2007 - Počet stránok 297
...cruel, Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament, And only herald to the gaudy spring, II9 Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And, tender churl,...be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee. n. When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's... | |
 | Gerald Bullett - 2007 - Počet stránok 240
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 | Patrick Cheney - 2007
...too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And, tender churl,...be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee. The poem takes the conventional praise of chaste beauty, and turns it on its head - the young man's... | |
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When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held... 
