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Bøker Bok 111114 av 114With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy...
" With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander,... "
Literary Hours: Or, Sketches Critical and Narrative - Side 66
av Nathan Drake - 1800
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Shakespeare's Late Style

Russ McDonald - 2006
...sister Imogen in disguise, Arviragus declares his intention to give the dead youth a proper funeral: With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts, and I live...harebell, like thy veins: no, nor The leaf of eglantine, (4.2.218-23) The florid mourner proceeds for six more lines before his brother Guiderius breaks in...
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Infirm Glory: Shakespeare and the Renaissance Image of Man

Sukanta Chaudhuri - 1981 - 231 sider
...are strongly linked to the cycle of the seasons, with a consequent hint of regeneration: ARVIRAGUS. With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave. . . . Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flow'rs are none, To winter-ground thy corse — (IV. ii....
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"Speak it in Welsh": Wales and the Welsh Language in Shakespeare

Megan S. Lloyd - 2007 - 209 sider
...Fidele's death, Arviragus eulogizes her and reveals what he will do, in the style of a bardic poet: With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not laek The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azured harebell, like thy veins,...
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Shakespeare's Women: Performance and Conception

David Mann - 2008 - 293 sider
...believing that she is dead, 'O sweetest, fairest lily', whilst Arviragus apostrophises her supposed corpse: With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave. Thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azur'd harebell, like thy veins;...
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