| Rowland Freeman - 1821 - 846 стор.
...my heart give to my tongue the lie ! [Sonnet 47..} No more, my dear, no more these counsels try ! O give my passions leave to run their race ! Let fortune lay on me her worst disgrace ; Let folk o'crcharged with brain against me cry, Let all the ea;th with scorn recount my case ; But do not will... | |
| 1823 - 428 стор.
...one of Sir Philip Sidney. We transcribe it almost at random from the Astrophel and Stella. LXIV. " No more, my dear, no more these counsels try, Oh !...race : Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace, Let folks o'ercharg'd with brain against me cry : Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye, Let me no... | |
| 1823 - 428 стор.
...one of Sir Philip Sidney. We transcribe it almost at random from the Astruphel and Stella. LXIV. " No more, my dear, no more these counsels try, Oh !...race : Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace, Let folks o'ercharg'd with brain against me cry : Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye, Let me no... | |
| 1823 - 696 стор.
...her blush made me шу shame to see. • Press. VII. No more, my dear, no more then counsels try; 0 e this agaimt me cry. Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye; Let me no steps, but of lost labour, trace... | |
| Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - 1823 - 426 стор.
...passions leave to run their race : Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace, Let folks o'ercharg'd with brain against me cry : Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye, Let me no step but of lost labour trace : Let all the earth with scorn recount my case, But do not will me from... | |
| Charles Lamb - 1833 - 308 стор.
...Till that her blush made me my shame to see. VII. No more, my dear, no more these counsels try ; 0 give my passions leave to run their race ; Let Fortune...my case — But do not will me from my love to fly. 1 do not envy Aristotle's wit, Nor do aspire to Caesar's bleeding fame ; Nor aught do care, though... | |
| 1833 - 240 стор.
...indeed, who quake to say they love. SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. No more, my dear, no more these counsels try, 0 give my passions leave to run their race ! Let fortune lay on me her worst disgrace, Let folk o'ercharg'd with brain against me cry ; Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye, Let me no steps... | |
| Charles Lamb - 1835 - 440 стор.
...— TilHhat her blush made me my shame to see, VII. No more, my dear, no more these counsels try ; 0 give my passions leave to run their race ; Let Fortune...my case — But do not will me from my love to fly. 1 do not envy Aristotle's wit, But that which once may win thy cruel heart Thou art my wH, a»d thou... | |
| Charles Lamb - 1836 - 326 стор.
...— Till that her blush made me mv shame to see. vn. No more, my dear, no more these counsels try ; 0 give my passions leave to run their race ; Let Fortune...my case — But do not will me from my love to fly. 1 do not envy Aristotle's wit, Nor do aspire to Caesar's bleeding fame ; Nor aught do care though some... | |
| Charles Lamb - 1836 - 324 стор.
...Till that her blush made me my shame to see. VII. No more, my dear, no more these counsels try ; 0 give my passions leave to run their race ; Let Fortune...my case — But do not will me from my love to fly. 1 do not envy Aristotle's wit, Nor do aspire to Caesar's bleeding fame ; Nor aught do care though some... | |
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