 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - Počet stránok 212
...only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding. Pity the world, or else this...in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a totter'd weed, of small worth held: Then being askt where all thy beauty lies,... | |
 | 1975 - Počet stránok 990
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 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - Počet stránok 196
...too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament 10 And only herald to the gaudy spring Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl,...in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tattered weed, of small worth held. 5 Then being asked where all thy beauty... | |
 | Masson - 1995 - Počet stránok 228
...more! this must not be foretold, For women grieve to think they must be old. SAMUEL DANIEL Sonnet 2 When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig...Thy youth's proud livery, so gaz'd on now, Will be a totter'd weed of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure... | |
 | John Henry Stape - 1995 - Počet stránok 224
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 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - Počet stránok 136
...being one. O, these I lack To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er! 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 tottered weed of small worth held: Then being asked where all beauty lies,... | |
 | Margaret Berry - 1996 - Počet stránok 704
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 | Institut für Allgemeine und Vergleichende Literaturwissenschaft - 1996 - Počet stránok 258
...phonetische und semantische Besonderheiten auf, die für die englische Sprache kennzeichnend sind: 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 tetter'd weed, of small worth held: Then being ask'd where all thy lusty days,... | |
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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... 
