 | Paula Marantz Cohen - 2005 - 296 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. "So," he said, looking expectantly around the room at the parents, who... | |
 | Athalya Brenner - 252 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. Well, isn't this an attack on popular Elizabethan beauty ideals, carried... | |
 | Momaya Press, Momaya Press Staff - 2005 - 132 стор.
...clattering and rolling from side to side, with Anna still clinging to the pole, her voice lifting: "And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare." Finally, she opened her eyes. The boys had gone. In their place were... | |
 | Kenneth Muir - 1979 - 179 стор.
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 | Alan Haehnel - 2005 - 48 стор.
...perfect? How do I look? Do I look flowy and perfect? STEVE: No. You look kind of... deformed. BARD: "And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare." MARYANNE: See? You don't love me! You can't love me! (Holding up the... | |
 | 1982 - 1552 стор.
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 | Miller Williams - 2006 - 137 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. This is 1609. But Shakespeare didn't invent plain talk, irony, and skepticism... | |
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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... 
