 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 364 str.
...Though yet, Heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...be term'da poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song: But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice;—in it, and in... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 546 str.
...Though yet heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...come would say, This poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men... | |
 | 1862 - 520 str.
...your life, and shows not half your parts. So should my papers, yellowed with their age, Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue ; And your true rights be termed a poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song." These matchless compositions mark the... | |
 | 1862 - 486 str.
...your life, and shows not half your parts. So should my papers, yellowed with their age, Be scorned, like old men of less truth than tongue ; And your true rights be termed a poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song." These matchless compositions mark the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 str.
...Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your Ufe, and shows not half your parts. If no means. MET. O, let us have him ; for his silver hairs Will purchase yelloVd with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue ; And your true rights be... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 184 str.
...Though yet Heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...be term'da poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song : But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice; — in it, and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 str.
...Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...faces.' So should my papers yellow'd with their age And your true rights be term'da poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song: But were some... | |
 | John Abraham Heraud - 1865 - 548 str.
...Though yet, Heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...number all your graces, The age to come would say the poet lies ; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 412 str.
...Though yet heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...be term'da poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song : But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice ;—in it, and in... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 500 str.
...Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh...be term'da poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song : But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice, — in it, and... | |
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If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would... 
