 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 his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch,...  The Secret Drama of Shakespeare's Sonnets - 158 ページGerald Massey 著 - 1888 - 482 ページ全文表示 - この書籍について
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 ページ
...verse. Bound for the prize of (all-too-precious) you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain rehearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was...night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He nor that%ffable familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 ページ
...verse, Bound for the prize of (all-too-precious) you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain rehearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ' Was...astonished. He, nor that .affable familiar ghost, M VOL. ix. Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast ; I was... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 746 ページ
...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...nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast ; I was not sick of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fill'd up... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 ページ
...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...to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? Xo, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 ページ
...verse, Bound for the prize of (all-too-precious) you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain rehearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ! Was...verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost, M VOL. ix. • 134 I'OKMS ON Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 ページ
...verse, Bound for the prize of (all-too-precious) you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain rehearse," Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ! Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write [ol Read fil'd ie polished. ANON. [i] For Rehearse, read inherse. STEEVENS. Above a mortal pitch that... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 312 ページ
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb, the womb wherein they grew 1 Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot boast ; I was not sick of any fear from thence T But when your countenance fill'd up... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 ページ
...verse, Round for the prize of all-too-precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inherse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was...spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that strcuk me dead? No, neither he, uor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 ページ
...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...nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast; I was not sick of any fear from thence. LXXKVII. And like enough thou know'st... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 ページ
...for the prize of all-too-precious you, That bid my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse. Making thtir tomb the womb wherein they grew ! Was it his spirit,...nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast ; I was not sick of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fil'd up his... | |
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