 | William Shakespeare - 2004 - عدد الصفحات: 342
...world, with vilest wonns to dwell: Nay, ifyou read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot Ifthinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded... | |
 | Shakespeare, William - 2006 - عدد الصفحات: 366
...world with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be...world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone. 1t4*#£SP&^ it 'f¿f YÍT ^Э ill it Ftíp ÍAJ IM lyj- Aii- Í'J -qXi PT Sonnets... | |
 | Daniel Juan Gil - 2006 - عدد الصفحات: 206
...And so should you, to love things nothing worth." Much the same scenario is played out in sonnet 71: O if (I say) you look upon this verse, When I, perhaps,...world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone. The Young Man must stop loving the poems so that Shakespeare will not get any credit... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2011 - عدد الصفحات: 706
...with vilest worms to dwell. 4 Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it, for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be...forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. 8 O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay, Do not so much as... | |
 | Kathryn LaBouff - 2007 - عدد الصفحات: 346
...world, with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be...forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. Oh if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my... | |
 | Sara Emilie Guyer - 2007 - عدد الصفحات: 392
...world with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it, for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking one me then should make you woe. Oh if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am... | |
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No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you... 
