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" sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out, e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, and no man ever lov'd. "
A Garland of Love, Wreathed of Pleasant Flowers, Gathered in the Field of ... - 77 ページ
1836 - 219 ページ
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Poems Written by Mr. William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare - 1775 - 250 ページ
...bending Tickle's compafs come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved, In Praife of bis Lout. I grant thou wert not marry'd to...

A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Spenser. Shakespeare ...

1792
...bending ficUe's compafs conic ; l.ove alters not wish his brief hour» and weeks, uu: bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, 1 never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. Accufe me thus ; that I have feinted j'.i Wherein 1 fliould your...

The lyre of love [ed. by P.L. Courtier].

Lyre - 1806
...bending sickle's compass come : Love alters not, with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eye-lids...

The Quarterly Review, 第 115 巻

William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1864
...bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks But bears it out even to the edge of doom, If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ nor no man ever loved.'—Sonnet 119. A most perfectly apposite discourse on the...

Aphorisms from Shakespeare

William Shakespeare - 1812 - 456 ページ
...although his height be taken. Love's not Time's Fool ; though rosy Lips and Cheeks Within his bending Sickle's Compass come ; Love alters not with his brief...Weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of Doom. 1983. WORTH— not boastful. X Others for Breath of Words hold in respect ; Worth for his dumb thoughts,...

The Works of William Shakespeare, 第 9 巻

William Shakespeare - 1812
...bending sickle's compass come : Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. IN PRAISE OF HIS LOVE. I grant thou wert not marry'd to my muse. And therefore...

Laura: Or, An Anthology of Sonnets, (on the Petrarcan Model,) and ..., 第 2 巻

1814
...although his height he taken. 3. Love 's not Time's Fool; though rosy Lips and Checkf Within his bending sickle's compass come : Love alters not with his brief Hours and Weeks; But bears it out e'en to the Day of Doom. If this be Error, and upon me prov'd, 1 never writ, nor no Man ever lov'd. * WORKS. VOL....

Shakespeare and His Times: Including the Biography of the Poet ..., 第 2 巻

Nathan Drake - 1817
...bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd." Son. 11 tí. Of a lighter though more glowing cast of poetry, both in expression...

Shakespeare and His Times: Including the Biography of the Poet ..., 第 2 巻

Nathan Drake - 1817 - 1412 ページ
...bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd." Son. 116. Of a lighter though more glowing cast of poetry, both in expression...

Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628

Thomas Campbell - 1819
...come; 288 WILLIAM SHAKSPEARK. Lore alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom : If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. sonnet 145. Those lips, that Love's own hand did make, Breath'd forth the sound...




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