 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 736 str.
...him from me now. 1 — hidden in TUEK lie!] The 4to, 1609, has there for "thee;" an evident misprint. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth ; Suns...in my way, Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke ? 'Tis not enough that through the clouds thou break, To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face, For... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 130 str.
...on my brow ; But out ! alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath rnask'd him from rne now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth ; Suns of the world may stain, when heaven's sun staineth.2 79 LXXIX. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 str.
...all-triumphant splendour on my brow ; But, out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hakespeare 1 — hidden in thee lie I] Old copy, "»In tbtre." h — thy dei ¿ated lorer,—] In the perusal... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 838 str.
...all-triumphant splendour on my brow ; But, out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud b • — hidden in thee lit!] Old copy, " — in tkfre." ь — thy deicated lorer,—} In the perusal... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 str.
...alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this ray are call'd : some say the Genius so Cries, Come t • — hidden in thee lie!} Old copy, " — in there." ь — tHf de¡ eaied lover,—] In the perusal... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 836 str.
...all-triumphant splendour on my brow ; But, out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud death, which commits some loving act upon her, she...celerity in dying. ANT. She is cunning past man's though stameth. xxxiv. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak,... | |
 | 1862 - 520 str.
...resentment and love breaks forth, and through the splendid imagery we can see the traces of suffering. " Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make...in my way, Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke ? 'T is not enough that through the cloud thou break, To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face : For... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 364 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. 2 XXXIV. Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day, And make me travel forth without my cloak, To... | |
 | 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... | |
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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... 
