 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 стор.
...Tho' yet, heav'n knows, it is but as a tomh, Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts : If I could write the beauty of your eyes', And in...graces ; The age to come would say, this poet lies, QUICK PREVENTION. So should my papers (yellow'd with their age) TBe scorn'd, like old men of less truth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 стор.
...Tho' yet, heav'n knows, it is but as a tomb, Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. Jf I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...be term'da poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antick song. QJJICK PREVENTION. Lp ! in the orient when the gracious light Lifts up his burning head,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 746 стор.
...? Though yet Heaven knows, it is but a* a tomb Which hides your life, and showt not half yourparti. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number ail your graces, The are to come would say, " thin poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 стор.
...Tho' yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb, Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...be term'da poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antick song. But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice, in it and in my rhyme.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 стор.
...Tho" yet, heav'n knows, it is but as a tomb, Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...faces. So should my papers (yellow'd with their age) Be scorn 'd, like old men of less truth than tongue ; And your true rights be term'da poetls rage, And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 стор.
...Though yet heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn 'd, like old men of less truth than tongue ; And your true rights be term'da poet's rage, And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 стор.
...Though yet heaven knows . it is but as a tomb Which hides your life , and shews not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers, yellowed with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue; And your true rights be... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 стор.
...Though yet heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song: XVIII. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 стор.
...heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I nould write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers...faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be sconi'd, like old men of less truth than tongue; And your true rights be term'da poet's rage, And stretched... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 стор.
...and shews not half your parts. If I could write the heauty of your eyes, And in fresh numhers numher all your graces, The age to come would say this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces. So should my papers, yellowed with their age, Be scorned like old men of less... | |
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If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would... 
