 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
 | Sir Hall Caine - 1882 - 378 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. (cxxix) HE expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action ; and till action, lust Is perjured,... | |
 | Samuel Waddington - 1882 - 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 SHAKESPEARE. A PICTURE. ,]O ! as a careful housewife runs to catch One of her feathered creatures... | |
 | Love-knots - 1883 - 234 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 SHAKSPERE. Sonnets. I LOVF. thee — I love thee ! 'Tis all that I can say ; — It is my vision... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1883 - 562 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. Michael Drayton and Samuel Daniel were two poets alike in age, one born in 1562, the other in 1563.... | |
 | Frederick Langbridge - 1883 - 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. WILLIAM SIIAKSPERE. Sonnets. I LOVK thee — I love thee ! 'Tis all that I can say ; — It is my vision... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1883 - 944 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 upon... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1883 - 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. CXVII. Accufe me thus : that I have (canted all Wherein I mould your great deferts repay, Forgot upon... | |
 | 1884 - 100 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. SWEET EVENINGS COME AND Go, LOVE. BY GEOROE KLIOT. SWEET evenings come and go, love, They came and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1885 - 206 psl.
...with his breefe houres and weekes, But beares it out even to the edge of doome : If this be errour and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. In pray fe of his Love. T Grant thou wert not married to my Mufe, And therefore mayft without attaint... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1885 - 344 psl.
...alters 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. 6.— TO HIS LOVE.— Shakespeare. Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and... | |
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