 | 1898 - 558 páginas
...day to whom the languagc of sonnet 86 better applied: Was it Ais spirit by spirils taught to writt Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead. No, neither he, nor bis compeers by night, Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiär ghost Which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1899 - 442 páginas
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain Inhearse, [grew ? Making their tomb the womb wherein they Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable-familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1899 - 354 páginas
...rival poet. 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 6 Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid,... | |
 | 1898 - 496 páginas
...applied: "Was it the proud full sail of his great verte, 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 ? E. Kölbing, Knelische Studien XXV. 2. lo. ll'as it his spirit by spirits taught to write Above a... | |
 | Eugen Kölbing, Johannes Hoops, Reinald Hoops - 1918 - 504 páginas
...nature 's mother, is her tomb ; What is her burying grave that is her womb Ro. IV 2, 124. That made my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew. Sonn, j) 86, 4.) (I weigh'd the danger which my realms stood in By this my issue's fail. //. VIII.... | |
 | 1884 - 1062 páginas
...genius : — 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 ? Was it hit spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? No, neither he,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1920 - 388 páginas
...Sonnet. Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the praise of all-too-precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making...nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astoniched. He, nor that affable familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors... | |
 | Philip Edwards - 2004 - 264 páginas
...catastrophe that when a man's verses cannot be understood it strikes him dead also recalls Sonnet 86: Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead? Not literally, of course; he had 'dried' - the actor's worst fear, a fear already described in Sonnet... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1984 - 860 páginas
...sonnet. Was it the proud full sail of his great verse Bound for the praise of all-too-precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb, the womb wherein they grew? tive to the charge that he borrowed glory, wing'd his roving flight, And heavily from Schlegel in his... | |
 | James Shapiro - 1991 - 234 páginas
...similar terms: 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...the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirit taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead? ("SONNET 86," lines 1-6) The image... | |
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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... 
