 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
 | David M. Main (ed) - 1881 - 496 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. xcrx ("7) A CCUSE me thus : that I have scanted all •^^ Wherein I should your great deserts repay,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1881 - 354 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. Accufe me thus : that I have (canted all Wherein I fhould your great deferts repay, Forgot upon... | |
 | Charles Gibbon - 1881 - 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. SHAKESPEARE. If&e Jlui&or of 'fl)e ' CONTENTS OK THE FIRST VOLUME. CH.UTKH PAUIC I. A POOR YOU.VG MAN... | |
 | Joseph Cook - 1881 - 200 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." ' Did Goethe rise higher than that ? Returning from Italy as a young man, he was refused admittance... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1881 - 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. CXVH. Accufe me thus : that I have (canted all Wherein I fhould your great deferts repay, Forgot upon... | |
 | Mary Wilder Tileston - 1881 - 210 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. William Shakespeare. TO CELIA. TTE that loves a rosy cheek, •*••*• Or a coral lip admires,... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, rcery, or that power Which erring men call Chance, this WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. TIBED with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born,... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1882 - 1002 psl.
...alters not with his brief hours and weeks, Bat btars it out even to the edge of doom. If tliU be error, of the mind. Sages with Wisdom's garland wreathed, Crown CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fooled by those rebel powers that thee array, Why... | |
 | Fritz Krauss - 1882 - 262 psl.
...noth with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this lie error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. (Anm. 187.) Anmerkungen. I. Die Shakespeare -Southampton- Freundschaf t. 1) Höchst zu verehrender... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1882 - 984 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. TO MY SOUL. POOR soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fooled by those rebel powers that thee array,... | |
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