 | William Dwight Whitney - 1889 - 288 páginas
...out-of-the-way events, which is its concomitant. Huxley, Lay Sermons, p. 163. 3. A spirit ; a demon. Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead? He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1890 - 620 páginas
...verse, Bound for the prize of all-too-precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearae, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was...night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor thai. ..JFable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1891 - 200 páginas
...LXXXVI. Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making...by night / , . Giving him aid, my verse astonished. /J He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1891 - 484 páginas
...verse Bound for the prize of all-too-precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain in hearse. Making their tomb, the womb wherein they grew? Was...to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead r No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that aIfable... | |
 | William Francis C. Wigston - 1892 - 270 páginas
...read : — Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? (Sonnet Ixxxvi.; Of Dante's Divine Comedy, Blake writes : " This poem is at once a tomb and a cradle,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1904 - 210 páginas
...effect. WAS it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making...grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write 5 Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1896 - 638 páginas
...LXXXVI. Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all-too-precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making...taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me'dead? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, not that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1898 - 204 páginas
...LXXXVI. Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making...struck me dead? No, neither he, nor his compeers by nighty' Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls... | |
 | 1898 - 496 páginas
...they grew ? E. Kölbing, Englische studien. XXv. 2. 19 Was it his spirit by spirits taught to writt Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead. No, neither...by night, Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nur that affable familiar ghost ll'hich nightly gulls him with intelligenee, As victors of my silence... | |
 | Georg Brandes - 1898 - 744 páginas
...: — " Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all-too-precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? " And how moving is the earnestness of Sonnet cxvi., on faith in love : — " Let me not to the marriage... | |
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Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew... 
