 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 596 str.
...did my ripe thoughts in my brain inherse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal...gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot boast. I was not sick of any fear from thence ; But when your countenance filFd up his line... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 str.
...did my ripe thoughts in my brain inherse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew 1 Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal...gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot boast. I was not sick of any fear from thence ; But when your countenance fllTd up his line',... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 606 str.
...did my ripe thoughts in my brain inherse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal...Giving him aid, my verse astonished : He, nor that aflable familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 str.
...No, neither he, nor his compeers hy night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affahle familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence ; As victors, of my silence cannot hoast; I was not sick of any fear from thence : But when your countenance filed up his line,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 532 str.
...did my ripe thoughts in my brain inherse , Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit , by spirits taught to write Above a mortal...ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence , As \ictors of my silence cannot boast. I was not sick of any fear from thence ; But when your countenance... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 582 str.
...in my brain inhenrae, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by ipirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck...Giving him aid. my verse astonished. He, nor that enable familiar ghost, • Which nightly gulls him with intelligence. As victors of my silence cannot... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge - 1847 - 570 str.
...did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb, the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch that struck me dead 1 No, neither he, nor his compi-ers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1849 - 574 str.
...tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal piteh, that struck me dead, ? No, neither he, nor his compeers...gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast; I was not sick of any fear from thence. But, when your countenance fil'd up his linc,... | |
 | 1876 - 706 str.
...particular he was aided by Sir Walter Aston, who took an exceeding and active interest in its progress. " No, neither he nor his compeers by night Giving him...ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence," is in allusion to these helpers. By Fitu Geoffrey, a divine and poet, writing towards the end of the... | |
 | 1903 - 666 str.
...did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearae, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew Was it hits spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal...neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, mv verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,... | |
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Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch,... 
