 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
 | Francis Henry Underwood - 1871 - 664 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. ANONYMOUS. MY MIND TO ME A KINGDOM IS. [From Byrd's Psalms, Sonnets, &c- 1588.] My mind to me a kingdom... | |
 | Treasury - 1872 - 166 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. —SHAKESPEARE. THE WATERFALL. WITH what deep murmurs, through time's silent stealth, Does thy transparent,... | |
 | 1872 - 480 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." Whether this friend was the Earl of Pembroke or Southampton, he seems to have been far from perfect,... | |
 | Robert Bell - 1872 - 420 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. .SONNET. WHEN to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh... | |
 | 1872 - 776 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. To return, then, what are we to say of the woman who would enter the same atmosphere with a man who... | |
 | John Dennis - 1873 - 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. WILLIAM SHAKHSPEARE. 1564 — 1616. THE COURSE OF LUST. THE expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is... | |
 | Ralph Waldo Emerson - 1874 - 600 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. SHAKSPEAKE. THE PILOT'S DAUGHTER. O'ER western tides the fair Spring Day Was smiling back as it withdrew,... | |
 | Lyrics, William Davenport Adams - 1874 - 312 psl.
...not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out ev'n to the edge of doom : — If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. William Shahespeare. XI. TRUE LOVE STILL THE SAME. No, no, fair heretic ; it needs must be But an ill... | |
 | Samuel John Stone - 1875 - 103 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." Of this Sonnet much has been written in praise, but there is nothing better than the criticism of Leigh... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Johnston - 1875 - 418 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. Sonneis, cxvi. MARCH. It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er... | |
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