 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 216
...me disgrace. 72 Were it not sinful then, striving to mend, To mar the subject that before was well? For to no other pass my verses tend, Than of your...much more, than in my verse can sit, Your own glass show* you, when you look m it. CIV. To roe, fair friend, you never can be old, or as you were, _when... | |
 | Elizabeth Kent - 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 516
...flowers." PARADISE LOST, Book 9. Shakspeare counts time, also, by the succession of the seasons : " To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 638
...doing me disgrace. Were it not sinful then, striving to mend, To mar the subject that before was well ? For to no other pass my verses tend, Than of your...winters' cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd, In process of the seasons have I seen, Three... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 654
...doing me disgrace. Were it not sinful then, striving to mend, To mar the subject that before was well ? For to no other pass my verses tend, Than of your...sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look in it. c1v. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were, when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1835 - عدد الصفحات: 570
...years of uninterrupted intercourse certainly passed between them ; it is probable, many more — " To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were, when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters' cold Have from the forests shook three summers'... | |
 | A Montagu Woodford - 1841 - عدد الصفحات: 320
...made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were, when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters' cold Have from the forests shook three summers'... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 594
...me disgrace. Were it not sinful, then, striving to mend, To mar the subject that before was well ? For to no other pass my verses tend, Than of your...Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers'1 pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turnM, In process of the seasons have I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - عدد الصفحات: 338
...doing me disgrace. Were it not sinful then, striving to mend. To mar the subject that before was well ? For to no other pass my verses tend, Than of your...can be old ; For as you were, when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 600
...me disgrace. Were it not sinful, then, striving to mend, To mar the subject that before was well ? For to no other pass my verses tend, Than of your...winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd, In process of the seasons have I seen ; Three... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - عدد الصفحات: 596
...me disgrace. Were it not sinful, then, striving to mend, To mar the subject that before was well ? For to no other pass my verses tend, Than of your...winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd, In process of the seasons have I seen ; Three... | |
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers... 
