 | D. A. Draper, C. E. Sutcliffe, I. Pilgrim, P. Thomas - 2004 - 150 стор.
...10 That music hath a far more pleasing sound. I grant I never saw a goddess go: My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven. I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. Why is he saying what his mistress' eyes are not like? What does he... | |
 | Robert E. Belknap - 2004 - 284 стор.
...know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. In its listing of attributes, the blason provides a sequence that is... | |
 | Nina P. Huff - 2004 - 212 стор.
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 | Rodney Dale - 2004 - 424 стор.
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 | William Shakespeare - 2004 - 342 стор.
...know That music hath afar more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. 278 LOS ojos de ella junto al sol son nada, el coral es más rojo que... | |
 | Princeton Review (Firm) - 2004 - 223 стор.
...music hath a far more pleasing sound: I grant I never saw a goddess go, — My mistress, when she walk, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. Look at the following excerpt from the sonnet: If hairs be wires, black... | |
 | 2004 - 572 стор.
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 | Frank Harris - 2004 - 332 стор.
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 | Bidyut Chakrabarty - 2004 - 192 стор.
...That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go: My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. At first, this sonnet seems to be a direct attempt to cut through the... | |
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... red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound ; I grant I never... 
