 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 446 str.
...But that wild music burthens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. CHI. Alack! what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,... | |
 | Philarète Chasles - 1852 - 560 str.
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 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 548 str.
...But that wild music burdens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. CIIL Alack ! what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 546 str.
...But that wild music burdens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. cm. Alack ! what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 624 str.
...But that wild music burthens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. cm. Alack ! what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853 - 484 str.
...But that wild music burdens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. cm. Alack 1 what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1853 - 716 str.
...That time of year thou may'et in me behold ! When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. lu me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sun-set fadeth in the west, Which by and by black... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1855 - 280 str.
...But that wild music burdens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. 103 Alack ! what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1855 - 630 str.
...That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs where late the sweet birds sang." If thou wilt curse, thy father, that poor rag, Must be thy subject ; who, in spite, put stuff To some... | |
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That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. 
