 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 стор.
...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 than tongue; And your true rights be term'da poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antick song. But were some child of yours alive that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 стор.
...your parts. Jf I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces ; The age to come would say, this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers (yellow'd with their age) Be scorn'd, like old men of less... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 746 стор.
...heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces." So should my papers, ycllow'd with their age. Be scom'd, like old men of less truth than tongue ; And your true rights be tenn'd a. poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song c But were some child of yours alive... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 стор.
...your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces ; The age to come would say, this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers (yellow'd with their age) Be scorn 'd, like old men of less... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 стор.
...your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces ; The age to come would say, this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers (yellow'd with their age) Be scorn'd, like old men of less... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 стор.
...your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn 'd, like old men of less... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 стор.
...your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers, yellowed with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men of less... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 стор.
...your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men of less... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 стор.
...your parts. If I nould write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be sconi'd, like old men of less... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 стор.
...paits. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, • And in fresh numbers number all your graces ; The age to come would say, this poet lies ; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men of less... | |
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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 say, "This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. 
