 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 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. SONNET XXXV. No more be grieved at that which thou hast done: Roses have thorns, and silver fountains... | |
 | 1884 - 410 str.
...— doch die Stellen aus Gentl. und John. In Richard III. finden wir Anklänge an folgende Sonette: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make...travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds overtake me in my way. Sonn. 34. When clouds appear, wise men put on their cloaks. R. III. II, 3, 32.... | |
 | 1895 - 550 str.
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 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 412 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 - 1866 - 500 str.
...all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But, out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'cl him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit...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 - 1866 - 494 str.
...cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth ; XXXIV. Why didst them promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth...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 - 1867 - 366 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. Why didst thou, promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base... | |
 | Gerald Massey - 1866 - 624 str.
...shy loving nature, conscious that it has publicly let fall a veil of maidenly reserve. She pleads, ' why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, and MAKE me travel forth without my cloak ? ' Trustingly, confidingly, she has left her wonted place of shelter ; she has ventured all on this... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 372 str.
...hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth ; 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 thoa break, To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face, For no... | |
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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... 
