 Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and...  Bacon and Shakespeare in the Sonnets - الصفحة 99بواسطة Hezekiah Lord Hosmer - 1887 - عدد الصفحات: 302عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 548
...call it winter, which being full of care, Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare. LVII. Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire ? I nave no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 484
...call it winter, which being full of care, [rare. Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more LVII. Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the...services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world- without-end hour, Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you. Nor think the bitterness... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 280
...call it winter, which, being full of care, [rare. Makes summer's welcome thrice more wished, more 57 Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the...hour,* Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, * The hour that seems as if it would never come to an end while I am watching the clock for you.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - عدد الصفحات: 424
...Or call it winter, which, being full of care, Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare. Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the...hour, Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour, When you have bid your servant once adien; Nor dare... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Henry Howard Earl of Surrey, George Gilfillan - 1856 - عدد الصفحات: 364
...call it winter, which, being full of care, Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare. LVII. Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the...you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,1 Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour, When... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - عدد الصفحات: 736
...call it winter, which, being full of care, Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare. LVII. Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the...world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - عدد الصفحات: 336
...call it winter, which, being full of care, Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare. LVII. Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the...you require : Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,1 Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you ; Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - عدد الصفحات: 736
...of care, Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare. LVII. Being your slave, what shoidd I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire...hour, Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour, When you have bid your servant once adieu : Nor dare... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - عدد الصفحات: 130
...ca]l it winter, which, being full of care, Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare, cxx. Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the...services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the woiid-without-end hour, Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - عدد الصفحات: 834
...call it winter, which, being full of care, Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish 4 more rare. L VII. rarest that e'er came there. SF.B. Bate, I beseech...ANT. That sort was well fish'd for. GON. When I wore you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour, When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare... | |
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