 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 736 стор.
...me disgrace. Were it not sinful, then, striving to mend, To mar the subject that before was well ? For to no other pass my verses tend Than of your graces...winters' cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, Three... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 336 стор.
...doing me disgrace. Were it not sinful then, striving to mend, To mar the subject that before was well ? For to no other pass my verses tend, Than of your...look in it. civ. To me, fair friend, you never can he old ; For as you were, when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold... | |
 | 1857 - 592 стор.
...more, perhaps for mere beauty the most beautiful of them all. " To me, fair friend, you never can grow old, For as you were, when first your eye I ey'd,...your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forest shook tlirue summers' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned ; In process of... | |
 | William Maginn - 1857 - 524 стор.
...anticipating the decay of youth and loveliness, and the intoxicated fervor of Little's lustful orgies:— " To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still."—Shakespeare. Sonnet civ. " So shall I court thy dearest truth,... | |
 | William Maginn, Robert Shelton Mackenzie - 1857 - 514 стор.
...anticipating the decay of youth and loveliness, and the intoxicated fervor of Little's lustful orgies:— " To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still."—Shakespeare. Sonnet civ. " So shall I court thy dearest truth,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 722 стор.
...me disgrace. Were it not sinful, then, striving to mend, To mar the subject that before was well ? For to no other pass my verses tend Than of your graces and your gifts to tell ; CIV. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 736 стор.
...me disgrace. Were it not sinful, then, striving to mend, To mar the subject that before was well ? For to no other pass my verses tend, Than of your...winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd, In process of the seasons have I seen ; Three... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 130 стор.
...not sinful then, striving to mend, To mar the subject that before was well? For to no other pass niy verses tend, Than of your graces and your gifts to...sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look in it. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your... | |
 | George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates - 1862 - 556 стор.
...for whom he cherishes so deep a love. Beauty thus at one with Truth is immortal and ever young : '' To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were, when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still." Yet he fears, unreasonably, that unsuspected decay may somehow... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 стор.
...: For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose : in it thou art my all. W. Shakespeare To me, fair Friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride;... | |
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers... 
