 | 1862 - 486 str.
...triumphant splendor on my brow ; But out ! alack ! he was but one hour mine ; The region cloud hath masked him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit...of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth." With what pathetic depth of feeling he complains, relents, and resigns himself, in the next piece !... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 546 str.
...all triumphant splendour on my brow ; But out ! alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud t hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love...no whit disdaineth ; Suns of the world may stain, J when heaven's sun staineth. XXXIV. AVhy didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1863 - 116 str.
...all-triumphant splendour on my brow, But, out, alack ! he was but one hour mine ; The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love...of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth. i, blow, thou winter wind. BLOW, blow thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 str.
...all-triumphant splendour on my brow ; But, out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud A thing divine ; for nothing natural I ever saw so...\Atide.~] It goes on, I see, As my soul prompts it. Aud make me travel forth without my cloak, • — ЧМп in Лее lief] Old copy, " — in there."... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1864 - 210 str.
...With all-triumphant splendour on my brow, But out, alack ! he was but one hour mine ; The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now ; Yet him for this my...of the world may stain, when Heaven's Sun staineth. SHAKESPEARE. THE SURRENDER. JY once dear love, hapless that I no more Must call thee so : the rich... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 184 str.
...With all triumphant splendour on my brow ; But out ! alack! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love...in my way, Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke ? 'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break, To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face, For no... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Richard Grant White - 1868 - 626 str.
...love no whit disdaineth ; '• Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth. •*'J XXXTV. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make...in my way, Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke ? "Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break, To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face, For no... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 624 str.
...With all triumphant splendour on my brow ; But out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love...of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth. Xs XXXIV. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To... | |
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... basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant... 
