 | Faith Hickman Brynie - 1999 - 186 str.
...Ruslan Shtivel" (written July 29, 1997... in his thirtieth year.) CHAPTER ABOUT AGING, SUN, AND CANCER To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you...first your eye I eyed Such seems your beauty still. • WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE • While Shakespeare was happy to overlook the fading beauty of an aging loved... | |
 | James Schiffer - 2000 - 500 str.
...dialogue that ended badly. The new sonnets range from gorgeous reminiscences of former intimacies — "To me, fair friend, you never can be old, / For as you were when first your eye I "That which thou hast done " 463 eyed, / Such seems your beauty still" (104.1-3) — to relentless... | |
 | James Schiffer - 2000 - 500 str.
...different — from today. Let us consider the pronouns one by one. "You" To me faire friend you neuer can be old. For as you were when first your eye I eyde, Such seemes your beautie still: Three Winters colde, Haue from the forrests shooke three summers... | |
 | 2000 - 276 str.
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 | Nora Roberts - 2000 - 456 str.
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 | Mary B. Moore - 2000 - 316 str.
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 | Parke Godwin - 1999 - 316 str.
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 | Ariel Books - 2001 - 380 str.
...obtain. Jflaru fVollstonecran (Jkelleu Frankenstein E e aie as orten /A l we los ea J PUBLILIUS SYRUS o me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you...first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. » iam \Jn.aRe8peare owers o lends nib never PROVERB аг*Jke bes l m irr or is an о GEORGE HERBERT... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 212 str.
...putting me to shame 9 mend improve 11 pass purpose; tend (1) are directed, (2) serve 13 sit reside 104 To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, 2 Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,... | |
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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... 
