 | Cyclopaedia - 1854
...doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow; Feeds on the rarities of nature's...truth. And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. Shakspere. Misshapen time, copesmate of ugly night; Swifi subtle post, carrier of grisly care; Eater... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1855 - Počet stránok 252
...doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow ; Feeds on the rarities of nature's...stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. 61 Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856
...confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow ; I'Yeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands...stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my... | |
 | Half hours - 1856
...But day doth daily draw my sorrows longer, And night doth nightly mako grief's length seem stronger. Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy...weary night ! Dost thou desire my slumbers should bo broken, While shadows, like to thee, do mock my sight ? Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from... | |
 | 1856 - Počet stránok 372
...doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow ; Feeds on the rarities of nature's...truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. Shakspeare. CCCCLXV. Good breeding is the result of much good sense, some good nature, and a little... | |
 | John Timbs - 1856
...doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow ; Feeds on the rarities of nature's...truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. Shakspeafe. CCCCLXV. Good breeding is the result of much good sense, some good nature, and a little... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857
...gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the florish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow ; Feeds on the rarities of nature's...broken, While shadows, like to thee, do mock my sight? Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home, into my deeds to pry ; To find out shames... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857
...doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow ; Feeds on the rarities of nature's...weary night ? Dost thou desire my slumbers should he broken, While shadows like to thee do mock my sight ? Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857
...mow : And yet, to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. LXL Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy...my slumbers should be broken, While shadows like to tltee do mock my sight ? Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee So far from home into my deeds... | |
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gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet... 
