 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 páginas
...me disgrace. 72 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...much more, than in my verse can sit, Your own glass show* you, when you look m it. CIV. To roe, fair friend, you never can be old, or as you were, _when... | |
 | Elizabeth Kent - 1825 - 516 páginas
...flowers." PARADISE LOST, Book 9. Shakspeare counts time, also, by the succession of the seasons : " 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'... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 páginas
...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...never can be old, For as you were, when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters' cold Have from the forests shook three summers'... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 páginas
...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...sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look in it. c1v. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were, when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1835 - 570 páginas
...years of uninterrupted intercourse certainly passed between them ; it is probable, many more — " 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'... | |
 | A Montagu Woodford - 1841 - 320 páginas
...made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth. 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'... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 páginas
...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...never can be old, For as you were, when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers'1... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 páginas
...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...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'... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 páginas
...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...never can be old, For as you were, when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers'... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 596 páginas
...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...never can be old, For as you were, when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers'... | |
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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... 
