 | Kegan Paul - 1883 - 332 oldal
...forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time...my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night ? Dost... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1883 - 944 oldal
...main of light, .Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses "gainst his glory tight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time...my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night ? Dost... | |
 | 1883 - 410 oldal
...the main, of light, Crawls to maturity, where with being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst history fight, And Time, that gave, doth now his gift confound....And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. And yey to times in hope/my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despfte his cruel hand. SHAKESPEARE,... | |
 | Joseph H. Head - 1884 - 498 oldal
...have given admiring praise. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes haste to their end ; Each changing place with that which...brow ; Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And yet, to times in hope, my verse shall stand. Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. When I have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1884 - 424 oldal
...forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time...my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. LXI. Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night?... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1885 - 430 oldal
...forwards do contend. Nativity once in the main of light Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time...scythe to mow. And yet, to times in hope, my verse shail stand Praising Thy worth, despite his cruel hand. W. Shakespeare FAREWELL ! thou art too dear... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1980 - 172 oldal
...be the same. O, sure I am the wits of former days To subjects worse have given admiring praise. yiL as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do...my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. I s it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost... | |
 | Howard Felperin - 1985 - 228 oldal
...reality: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end . . . And time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time...my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. (60. 1-2, 8-14) Against my love shall be as I am now, With time's injurious hand crushed... | |
 | 460 oldal
...stone: ie, the slab over the grave on a foison: harvest, ie, autumn. church floor. 60: Like as the waves Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,...my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. 62: Sin of self-love Sin of self-love posscsseth all mine eye And all my soul and all... | |
 | Armen Marsoobian, Kathleen Wallace, Robert S. Corrington - 1991 - 414 oldal
...forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light. Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd. Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight. And Time...my verse shall stand. Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. William Shakespeare, Sonnet LX Contents Preface ix Acknowledgments xi List of Abbreviations... | |
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gainst his glory fight, And time, that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow; Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. And... 
