| John Abraham Heraud - 1865 - 548 str.
...natural course of living. " Who will," he exclaims, — " Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though...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 - 1865 - 624 str.
...And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. xvn. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though...knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shews not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all... | |
| Gerald Massey - 1866 - 624 str.
...live, drawn by your own sweet skill. (16.) 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 I If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1867 - 372 str.
...still ; And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. 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, lie scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue ; And your true rights be term'da poet's rage,... | |
| Ethan Allen Hitchcock - 1866 - 298 str.
...Bonnets 26, 38, 78, 79, 84, 101, 125, 126, 160. xvn. Who will believe iny verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though...say, ''this poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touoh'd earthly faces." So should my papers, yellow'd with their age, Be scorn'd, like old men of less... | |
| Henry George Bohn - 1867 - 752 str.
...through the crystal tears gave light, Shone like the moon in water seen by night. Sh.V. ft A. 491. 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. Her eyes she disciplin'd precisely right Sh. Son' XVII, Both when to wink,... | |
| Charles Knight - 1868 - 570 str.
...you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. — 16. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though...of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your grace?. The age to come would say, This poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.... | |
| Charles Knight - 1868 - 578 str.
...you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.— 16. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though...but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not hslf your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces,... | |
| Carl Karpf - 1869 - 204 str.
...Beseelung zum Zwecke der irnmortalisation.) Sonett 17. Who will belie.ve my verse in time to come. If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though...would say, »this poet lies; Such heavenly touches ue'er touch'd earthly faces< So should my papers, yellow'd with their age Be scorn'd, like old men... | |
| William Shakespeare, Richard Grant White - 1871 - 618 str.
...live, drawn by your own sweet skill. XVII. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were iill'd with your most high deserts ? Though yet, Heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shews not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all... | |
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