 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 str.
...in it. civ. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For«as you were when first your eye I ey'd. s / summer»' i>riile, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumu turu'd In process of the seasons have I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 184 str.
...And more, much more, than in my verse can sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look in it. c1v. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you...summers' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn tura'd, In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 str.
...more much more, than in my verse can sit, Your own glass shows you when you look in it. SONNET CIV. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you...summers' pride; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen; Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 412 str.
...And more, much more, than in my verse can sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look, in it. Civ. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you...summers' pride; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd, In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 366 str.
...tell ; And more, much more, than in my verse can sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look in it. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you...summers' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen ; Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 500 str.
...; And more, much more, than in my verse can sit, Your own glass shows you when you look in it CIV. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters' cold Have from the forests shook three summers'... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 402 str.
...And more, much more, than in my verse can sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look in it. civ. 4 To me, fair friend, you never can be old, > For as you were, when first your eye I ey'd, • Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers'... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 494 str.
...look in it CIV. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters' cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride/52) Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons have I seen, •... | |
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the... 
