 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
 | Rosaline Orme Masson - 1876 - 454 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. AT THE VIRGINAL. How oft, when thou, my music ! music playest Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds... | |
 | Gertrude Townshend Mayer - 1876 - 334 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." " Well done!" said Grazia, with calm, critical, approval. " If you recite your balcony scene half so... | |
 | Rosaline Orme Masson - 1876 - 454 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. AT THE VIRGINAL. How oft, when thou, my music ! music playest Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds... | |
 | Joseph Cook - 1879 - 304 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 cxvi. Did Goethe rise higher than that? Returning from Italy as a young man, he was refused... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 634 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. Jf this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 1 19What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within, Applying... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 632 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. ug. What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within, Applying... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 628 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. 119. What potions have I drunk of Siren tears, Distill'd from limbecks foul as hell within, Applying... | |
 | Boyd Montgomerie M. Ranking - 1880 - 214 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. Shakespeare. THE LOVER PRAYETH NOT TO BE DISDAINED, REFUSED, MISTRUSTED, NOR FORSAKEN. DISDAIN me not... | |
 | Old favourites, Matilda Sharpe - 1881 - 438 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. SIR JOHN DA VIES. [1570-1626 From "THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL,"— xxix. Oh ! what is man, great Maker... | |
 | Joseph Cook - 1881 - 218 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be erroi1 and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved." Sonnet cxvi. Did Goethe rise higher than that ? Keturning from Italy as a young man, he was refused... | |
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