 | ludwic herric - 1865 - 984 стор.
...which come all from one originall." Puttenham. The Arte of English Poesie. Lib. III. Chap. XIX. XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose...head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired: Sonnet. fjftaTa ftsv yap T£(>TIO/I oSvpOfifif;, yooiooa, £e itua fyy' oooujott y.al afjuft'Tio't.fav... | |
 | LUDWIC HERRIC - 1865 - 496 стор.
...which come all from one originall." Puttenham. The Arte of English Poesie. Lib. III. Chap. XIX. XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose...head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired: rjfiara fieti yäg rcgno/i oSvgofieiT;, yoöcooa, ES reua. e'gy* bovcoon xai afirpi7iol.cov sv\ oi'xtp'... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 624 стор.
...I dare to boast how I do love thee ; Till then, not shew my head where thou may'st prove me. xxvn. Weary with toil I haste me to my bed, The dear repose...a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work 's expired : For then my thoughts (from far where I abide) Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 стор.
...dare to boast how I do love thee; Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me. SONNET XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose...travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 184 стор.
...I dare to boast how I do love thee, Till then, not show my head where thou may'st prove me. XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tir'd; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expir'd : For then... | |
 | Ethan Allen Hitchcock - 1865 - 320 стор.
...it — as the Muse of Shakespeare — and observe the almost fearful sublimity of the 27th Sonnet : "Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travail tir'd ; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work 'a expir'd... | |
 | Gerald Massey - 1866 - 624 стор.
...That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.' Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repoae for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey...pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Ix)oking on darkness which the blind do see: 1 The Quarto reads— ' My moit true mind thus maketh... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 412 стор.
...I dare to boast how I do love thee, Till then, not show my head where thou may'st prove me. XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tir'd ; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expir'd: For then... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 500 стор.
...I dare to boast how I do love thee ; Till then not show my head where tliou mayst prove me. XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tir'd ; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work 's expir'd : For then... | |
 | William Lowes Rushton - 1867 - 104 стор.
...(because of their plentie), do now generallie choose rather Venice glasses both for our wine and beere. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose...a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's works expired. Sonnet xxvii. j/junra fitv -yiifi riptrofi ocvfiOfiti'T), yooiaaa, tf T Efta t'py' upi'iuicra... | |
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But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee... 
