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" And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this... "
De Vere as Shakespeare: An Oxfordian Reading of the Canon - 230. oldal
szerző: William Farina - 2014 - 280 oldal
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Poems, with illustrative remarks [ed. by W.C. Oulton]. To which is ..., 2. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 oldal
...Since spite of him I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants crests and tombs of brass are spent. PERJURY. What's in the brain, that ink may character, Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit;...

The Poems of William Shakespeare: Comprehending Venus and Adonis, Tarquin ...

William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 oldal
...Since spite of him I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. What's in the brain, that ink may character, Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit? What's...

The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including ..., 5. kötet

Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 oldal
...Ml live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes. And tbon in this shall find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent SONNET CVIII. WHAT to in the brain that ink may character, Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit...

The Works of William Shakespeare, 9. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 oldal
...Since spite of him I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. What's in the brain, that ink may character, Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit ? What's...

The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, 9. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 oldal
...live in this poor rhyme, , While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shall find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent, What's in the brain, that ink may character, Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit? What's...

The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, 20. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 oldal
...speechless tribes ;] To subscribe, is to acknowledge as a superior, to obey. So, in Troilus and Cressida : And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. CVIII. What's in the brain that ink may character, Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit ?...

The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections ..., 20. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 oldal
..." For Hector in his blaze of wrath subscribes " To tender objects." MALONE. And thou in this shall find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. CVIII. What's in the brain that ink may character, Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit ?...

The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare

William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 oldal
...I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes, And thou in this shall find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. cvur. Finding the first conceit of love there bred, Where time and outward form would show it dead....

Specimens of English Sonnets

Alexander Dyce - 1833 - 240 oldal
...Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes : And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. WHAT'S in the brain that ink may character, Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit .' What's...

The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved ..., 15. kötet

William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 oldal
...Since, spite of him, I '11 live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes : And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. CVIII. What 's in the brain that ink may character, Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit ?...




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