 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 стор.
...growth of riper days : Not that the summer is less pleasant now Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night, But that wild music burdens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.h Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 624 стор.
...is less pleasant now, Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night, But that wild music burthens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. cm. Alack, what poverty my Muse... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 стор.
...is less pleasant now Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night, But that wild music burthens every bough And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. SONNET CIII. Alack! what poverty... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 184 стор.
...is less pleasant now Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night, But that wild music burthens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. cm. Alack! what poverty my muse... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 366 стор.
...growth of riper days : Not that the summer is less pleasant now Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night, But that wild music burdens every bough,...common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, Isometimehold mytongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. Alack ! what poverty my Muse brings... | |
 | Ethan Allen Hitchcock - 1866 - 298 стор.
...growth of riper days : Not that the summer is less pleasant now Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night, But that wild music burdens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delights. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 412 стор.
...is less pleasant now Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night, But that wild music burthens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. cm. Alack! what poverty my muse... | |
 | Gerald Massey - 1866 - 632 стор.
...is less pleasant now Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night, But that wild music burthens every bough And sweets grown common lose their dear delight ! Therefore like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. (10,..) Alack ! what poverty my... | |
 | 1888 - 746 стор.
...is less pleasant now Than when her mournful hymns did hush the night ; But that wild music burthens every bough And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. en. After singing over with ever... | |
 | John F. Forbis - 1924 - 364 стор.
...days: Not that the summer is less pleasant now, (as it grows older) than when her mournful hymns hushed the night, but that wild music burdens every bough, and sweets grown common lose their delight. Like her I sometimes hold my tongue, because I would not dull you with my song. SONNET 103.... | |
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Our love was new and then but in the spring When I was wont to greet it with my lays, As Philomel in summer's front doth sing And stops... 
