The Sonnets of William Shakspere: Rearranged and Divided Into Four PartsJ.R. Smith, 1859 - 120 стор. |
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... Against the stormy gusts of winter's day , And barren rage of death's eternal cold ? Oh ! none but unthrifts : - : -Dear my love , you know You had a father ; let your son say so . X. For shame ! deny that thou bear'st love to SONNETS . 43.
... Against the stormy gusts of winter's day , And barren rage of death's eternal cold ? Oh ! none but unthrifts : - : -Dear my love , you know You had a father ; let your son say so . X. For shame ! deny that thou bear'st love to SONNETS . 43.
Сторінка 43
... the stormy gusts of winter's day , And barren rage of death's eternal cold ? Oh ! none but unthrifts : -Dear my love , you know You had a father ; let your son say so . XIV . Not from the stars do I my judgment SONNETS . 43.
... the stormy gusts of winter's day , And barren rage of death's eternal cold ? Oh ! none but unthrifts : -Dear my love , you know You had a father ; let your son say so . XIV . Not from the stars do I my judgment SONNETS . 43.
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... dear , whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me , whose deep conceit is such , As , passing all conceit , needs no defence . Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound , That Phoebus ' lute , the ...
... dear , whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me , whose deep conceit is such , As , passing all conceit , needs no defence . Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound , That Phoebus ' lute , the ...
Сторінка 52
... burthens every bough , And sweets grown common lose their dear delight . Therefore , like her , I sometime hold my tongue , Because I would not dull you with my song . 103 XXVIII . Alack ! what poverty my Muse brings 52 SONNETS .
... burthens every bough , And sweets grown common lose their dear delight . Therefore , like her , I sometime hold my tongue , Because I would not dull you with my song . 103 XXVIII . Alack ! what poverty my Muse brings 52 SONNETS .
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... dear merit ? Nothing , sweet boy ; but yet , like prayers divine , I must each day say o'er the very same ; Counting no old thing old , thou mine , I thine , Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name . So that eternal love in love's ...
... dear merit ? Nothing , sweet boy ; but yet , like prayers divine , I must each day say o'er the very same ; Counting no old thing old , thou mine , I thine , Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name . So that eternal love in love's ...
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