 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
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 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. W. SHAKESPEARE 247 TO TIME TO SPARE HIS FRIEND DEVOURING Time, blunt thou the lion's paws, and make... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - 1867 - 332 psl.
...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. HENRY WOTTON. Born, 1568 Died, 1639. THE HAPPY LIFE. How happy is he born and taught That serveth... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - 1867 - 332 psl.
...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. SIJ? HENRY WOTTON. Born, 1568 ; Died, 1639. THE HAPPY LIFE. How happy is he born and taught That serveth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 372 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... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1868 - 570 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. 116. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted all Wherein I should your great deserts repay; Forget... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1868 - 712 psl.
...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. Shakspeait. CVI. REMEMBRANCE. WHEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance... | |
 | 1869 - 184 psl.
...not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom ; II this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. SHAKSPEARE, JH, Twilight ! Spirit that doth render birth To dim enchantments, melting heaven with earth;... | |
 | Carl Karpf - 1869 - 204 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. Sonett 122. Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full character'd with lasting memory, Which |... | |
 | William Lowes Rushton - 1870 - 120 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. Sonnett. Coriolanus. The god of soldiers, With the consent of supreme Jove, inform Thy thoughts with... | |
 | Susan Bogert Warner - 1870 - 666 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 'a an error proved upon me," said the Doctor, biting hia lips as he looked at Faith, who... | |
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