 | 1862 - Страниц: 558
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - Страниц: 546
...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...your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forest shook three summers' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd, In process of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - Страниц: 364
...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' pride;... | |
 | 1862 - Страниц: 520
...must make. On first gazing at it, the lines of his celebrator rushed into memory with a thrill : — " 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 throe summers' pride... | |
 | 1862 - Страниц: 486
...must make. On first gazing at it, the lines of his celebrator rushed into memory with a thrill : — " 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... | |
 | Demosthenes - 1863 - Страниц: 456
...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...tell ; And more, much more, than in my verse can sit, Tour own glass shows you when you look in it. men seek by taciturnity to get a reputation for prudence,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - Страниц: 868
...me disgrace. Were it not sinful, then, striving to mend, To mar the subject that before was veil ? ' your verse can sit, Your own glass shows you when you look in it. civ. To me, fair friend, you never... | |
 | Stephen Watson Fullom - 1864 - Страниц: 394
...the wane. But how must she be reassured, when her fears call forth such tender words as these:— " To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were, when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still!" He reviews the three years they have spent together, commencing... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1864 - Страниц: 210
...eyes of me ; And hast command of every part, To live and die for thee. ROBERT HERRICK. SONNET. ||0 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 - 1865 - Страниц: 362
...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. SONNET CIV. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such... | |
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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... 
