 Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the...  The Gentleman's Magazine - Strana 3591835Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Diana E. Henderson - 1995 - 304 str.
..."Not marble nor the gilded monuments / Of princes shall outlive this pow'rful rhyme"; "Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn / The living record of your memory" (Sonnets 55.1-2, 7-8). So much for "brazen tombs" won by these hermetic "conquerors" of their own affection,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 196 str.
...the same relation to both of them but in fact makes sense with only one, eg Sonnet 55: Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Burn' makes perfect sense with 'war's quick fire' but not with 'Mars his sword', for which another... | |
 | John Hollander - 1996 - 196 str.
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 | Johan Elsness - 1997 - 456 str.
...time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room, Even in the eyes of all... | |
 | Ilona Bell - 1998 - 298 str.
...his mistress's wit. Eternizing poems like Shakespeare's proclaim the poet's power to conquer time: "Gainst death and all oblivious enmity / Shall you...praise shall still find room / Even in the eyes of all posterity."46 Carpe diem poems like Herrick's "Gather ye rosebuds" summon poetic authority to urge... | |
 | Jonathan Bate - 1998 - 420 str.
...stames overmm, And broils root out me work of masonty, Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall bum The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all oblivious enmity Shall you pace forih; your pciise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity That wear this world out... | |
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