| William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 606 sider
...sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. XCVIII. From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied...and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 596 sider
...sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. XCVIII. From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied...and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 sider
...sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. XCVIII. From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied...and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 sider
...'t hefore." — Act III.. Scene 4. A similar phrase occurs in the Poet's 9Sth Sonnet:— " Yet not the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different...and in hue. Could make me any summer's story tell." — — " Some jag of Italg, Whose mother tcas her painting, hath betraged kim." Act III., Scene 4.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 sider
...spirit of youth in everything, That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him. Yet nor the lays of hirds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1844 - 532 sider
...sing, 't is with so dull a cheer , That leaves look pale , dreading the winter's near. XCVHI. From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied...and in hue , Could make me any summer's story tell , Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lily's white , Nor praise... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1844 - 692 sider
...Ami other strains of woe, which now seem woe, Compared with loss of thee, will not seem so. From you Y, V ~t 6a u G q xƲ d ine any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : 1 Vinegar. Nor did... | |
| Edward Jesse - 1844 - 456 sider
...opening Spring. From you have I been absent in the Spring When proud-pied April, dressed in all its trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing That...and in hue, Could make me any Summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise... | |
| William Hazlitt - 1845 - 432 sider
...of faintness, luscious as the woodbine, and graceful and luxuriant like it. Here is one. " From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied...dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything ; That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge - 1847 - 462 sider
...proud-pied April drestin all its trim, 7 [Shakespeare's 33rd Sonnet. Ed.] e [Sonnet cvii. Ed.] Hatli put a spirit of youth in every thing ; That heavy...and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them, where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lilies white, Nor praise... | |
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