 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 sider
...conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it ; ТШ whatsoever star that guides by the water : the poop was b sweet respect : Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee ; Till then not show my head where thou... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 sider
...conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving Points on me graciously with fair aspect, And...Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me. SONNET XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 184 sider
...conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it: Till whatsoever star that guides by moving, Points on me graciously with fair aspect,...then, not show my head where thou may'st prove me. XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tir'd; But then... | |
 | ludwic herric - 1865 - 984 sider
...which come all from one originall." Puttenham. The Arte of English Poesie. Lib. III. Chap. XIX. XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired: Sonnet. fjftaTa ftsv yap T£(>TIO/I... | |
 | LUDWIC HERRIC - 1865 - 496 sider
...which come all from one originall." Puttenham. The Arte of English Poesie. Lib. III. Chap. XIX. XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired: rjfiara fieti yäg rcgno/i oSvgofieiT;,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 412 sider
...conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it: Till whatsoever star that guides by moving, Points on me graciously with fair aspect,...then, not show my head where thou may'st prove me. XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tir'd ; But then... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 402 sider
...conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it : Till whatsoever star that guides by moving, Points on me graciously with fair aspect,...then, not show my head where thou may'st prove me. XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tir'd ; But then... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 500 sider
...conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it ; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving, Points on me graciously with fair aspect,...I do love thee ; Till then not show my head where tliou mayst prove me. XXVII. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 sider
...into your moan, and mock you with me after I am gone. W. SHAKESPEARE 250 THE LOVER'S NIGHT THOUGHTS WEARY with toil, I haste me to my bed, the dear repose for limbs with travel tired: but then begins a journey in my head, to work my mind, when body's work's expired: for then my thoughts, from far where... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1867 - 372 sider
...conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it : Till whatsoever star that guides by moving, Points on me graciously with fair aspe'ct,...then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired ; But then begins... | |
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May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it, But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving Points on me graciously with fair aspect And puts apparel on my tatter'd... 
