 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - Страниц: 838
...winter,—] The old copy reads, " Al call it," *tFur ihc emendation »e are indebted to 1 jr»hitt. on's curls ; the front of Jove himself ; An eye like Mare, LVIII. That god forbid that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - Страниц: 834
...OM;. iffleake. all burn ilJ Bud [a. iess, •d. it, like a sad slave, atay arid think of nought Ye, e Than when I p LVin. ""hat god forbid that made me first your slave, should in thought control your times of pleasure,... | |
 | William Sidney Walker - 1860 - Страниц: 390
...spirits." Sonnet li., — " From where thou art why should I haste me thence ? " Compare Ivii., — " But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought, Save, where you are how happy you make those." Sonnet liii., counterfeit rhymes to set. — Feit was pronounced nearly as fate; and so of ei generally.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - Страниц: 836
...clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour, When you have bid your servant once adieu ; receive Particular addition, from the bill » - clep'd— ] Called. That writes them a « — foison— ] "Foison" if abundance, and A mtrnm*, at tkt sea. on of plenty, is named §o here.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - Страниц: 834
...clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour, When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, « — foison—] " Foison" is аЬыпаала, «ad Ä*t*m*, u ** season of plenty, is named во... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - Страниц: 356
...clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu: Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where...your will, Though you do anything, he thinks no ill. W, Shakespeare XI How like a winter hath my absence been From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - Страниц: 364
...clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour, When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where...your will (Though you do anything) he thinks no ill. LVIII. That God forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure,... | |
 | 1862 - Страниц: 486
...clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour, When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where...your will (Though you do anything) he thinks no ill." It would be almost impossible that he should not sometimes have experienced a twinge of hurt feeling.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - Страниц: 546
...clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour. When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought, Where...your will (Though you do anything) he thinks no ill. LVIII. That God forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure.... | |
 | 1862 - Страниц: 520
...servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your all airs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of...your will (Though you do anything) he thinks no ill." times have experienced a twinge of hurt feeling. Put these two utterances together : — " O, how much... | |
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Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save where you are how happy you make those. So true a fool is love that in your will. Though you do anything, he thinks... 
