 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 622 str.
...did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse. Making their tomb the womb wherein they crow Т Was it his T T C deadl No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him 'nil, my verse astonished, . He. nor that... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 766 str.
...did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb, the womb wherein they grew I Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal...not boast; I was not sick of any fear from thence ! But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter, that enfeebled mine. S. LXXXVI.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1855 - 280 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...him with intelligence,* As victors, of my silence cannot boast; I was not sick of any fear from thence. But when your countenance filed t up his line,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 424 str.
...did my ripe thoughts in my brain inherre, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal...him with intelligence," As victors, of my silence cannot boast; I was not sick of any fear from thence. But when your countenance filM b up his line... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Henry Howard Earl of Surrey, George Gilfillan - 1856 - 364 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 compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable... | |
 | 1857 - 592 str.
...inhearsc, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Wo» it his spirit, by spirits taught to itritf, Above a mortal pitch that struck me dead ? No, neither...him with intelligence, As victors of my silence can I boast, I was not sick of any fear from thence." This bring us to the point, who were these spirits... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 736 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...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 - 1857 - 336 str.
...preserve. Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to writ* Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead:1 No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him...gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast : I was not sick of any fear from thence. But when your countenance filed ' up his line,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 736 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 fill'd up his line... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 130 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...my verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost2 Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast ; LXIV. Farewell... | |
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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,... 
