 Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever...  Century Monthly Magazine - 232 psl.redagavo - 1927Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | William Shakespeare - 1855 - 280 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 117 Accuse me thus; that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay; Forgot upon... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Henry Howard Earl of Surrey, George Gilfillan - 1856 - 364 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse mo thus ; that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1857 - 424 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved." It would be difficult to cite a finer passage of moral poetry than this description of the master-passion.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 336 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved ; — I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted all, Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot upon your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 736 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus : that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 130 psl.
...alters not with, his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. XCVIII. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted all WTherein I should your great deserts repay ; Forgot... | |
 | Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1859 - 612 psl.
...of suffering, toil, and glory, is a belief which fire will not melt out of us. " If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved." VOL. LXXXTX. — NO 184. 2 In the same strain is the following, as rendered in worth's translation... | |
 | Henry James Slack - 1860 - 260 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But braves it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved." A marriage of minds presupposes mental cultivation on both sides, nor can it take place when one mind... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1860 - 312 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved." It would be difficult to cite a finer passage of moral poetry than this description of the m aster-passion.... | |
 | Susan Warner, Anna Bartlett Warner - 1860 - 528 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.' " "There's an error proved upon me," said the doctor, biting his lips as he looked at Faith who had... | |
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