 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 546 str.
...did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their iomh 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 fill'd up his line,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 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...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 2 up his line,... | |
 | Robert Cartwright - 1862 - 208 str.
...family. The poet hardly preserves his temper when describing the combination against him : " Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal...gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast." " Alluding, perhaps," says Mr. Stevens, " to the celebrated Dr. Dee's pretended intercourse... | |
 | Robert Cartwright - 1862 - 200 str.
...preserves his temper when describing the combination against him : " Was it his spirit, by spirits taugU to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead...gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast." " Alluding, perhaps," says Mr. Stevens, " to the celebrated Dr. Dee's pretended intercourse... | |
 | 1862 - 486 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 ? I was not sick of any fear from thence. But when your countenance filed up his line, Then lacked... | |
 | 1862 - 520 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 ? I was not sick of any fear from thence. But when your countenance filed up his line, Then lacked... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 772 str.
...tomb, the womb wherein they grew I Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal piteh that struck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers...not boast; I was not sick of any fear from thence ! But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then hiek'd I matter, that enfeebled mine. 3. I.XJLXVI.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 str.
...did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew Ï Was it his t I am arm'd, And dangers are to me indifferent. CASCA. You speak to Casca ; and astonished.1" He, nor that affable-familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors,... | |
 | 1864 - 606 str.
...for the prize of all-too-precions you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? No : neither ho, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished, — He, nor that affable familiar... | |
 | Stephen Watson Fullom - 1864 - 394 str.
...That 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 ? " No contemporary poet but the author of the ' Fairy Queen' could be said to be taught to write by " spirits,"... | |
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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,... 
