 Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,...  The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare - الصفحة 71بواسطة William Shakespeare - 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 830عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
 | J. B. Leishman - 2005 - عدد الصفحات: 264
...after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,...That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. This, if not one of Shakespeare's very finest sonnets, is certainly one of his most memorable, and... | |
 | 2005 - عدد الصفحات: 334
...after their lords' decease. Yet this abundant issue seemed to me But hope of orphans and unfathered fruit, For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,...mute; Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer That lea ves look pale, dreading the winter 's near. Soneto XCVII ¡Qué semejante a un invierno mi ausencia... | |
 | Shakespeare, William - 2006 - عدد الصفحات: 366
...after their lords' decease. Yet this abundant issue seemed to me But hope of orphans and unfathered fruit, For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,...That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. + Hfî»* Sonnets Sonnet 98 From you have I been absent in the spring When proud-pied April, dressed... | |
 | Various - 2006 - عدد الصفحات: 448
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 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - 2006 - عدد الصفحات: 512
...after their lords' decease Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,...mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, 116: Let me not to the marriage of true minds Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments.... | |
 | Henry T. Finck - 2006 - عدد الصفحات: 464
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 | William Shakespeare - 2011 - عدد الصفحات: 706
...after their lords' decease. 8 Yet this abundant issue seemed to me But hope of orphans and unfathered fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And thou away, the very birds are mute; 12 Or if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. The... | |
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