 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 str.
...skill. xvn. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were till'd with your most high deserts 1 r kindness better. PAUL. You are one of those Would...state, nor the remembrance Of his most sovereign name ; scorn' d, like old men of less truth than tongue ; And your true rights be term'da poet's rage, And... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 str.
...skill. XVII. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were till'd with your most high deserts Î enefit, Out of those many rcgister'd in promise, Which,...Troy hath still denied : but this Antenor, I know, yellowM with their age, Be scoru'd, like old men of less truth than tongue ; And your true right»... | |
 | George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates - 1862 - 556 str.
...living. " Who will," he exclaims, — " Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were filled with your most high deserts ? Though yet, Heaven knows,...number all your graces, The age to come would say the poet lies ; Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces. So should my papers, yellowed with... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 836 str.
...high deserts Î Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows uot much written, on this piece, and yet no thinking head, who anew expresses himself on it, will grace, The age to come would say, "This poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces."... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 838 str.
...skill. XVII. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts t find Your jour parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces,... | |
 | 1862 - 558 str.
...living. " Who will," he exclaims, — " Who will believe my verse in time to come, » If it were filled with your most high deserts ? Though yet, Heaven knows,...number all your graces, The age to come would say the poet lies ; Such heavenly touches ne'er touched earthly faces. So should my papers, yellowed with... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 546 str.
...And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. XVII. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though...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 - 486 str.
...gaze on them with unspent astonishment. " Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were filled with your most high deserts ? Though yet, Heaven knows,...Which hides 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 ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 str.
...fill'd with your most high deserts 1 Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your Ufe, us not leave him out. CIN. No, by no means. MET. O,...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 - 362 str.
...know You had a father: let your son say so. SONNET XVII. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though...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... | |
| |
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... 
