 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 458
...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 graces and your gifts to tell; 102. And more, much more, than in my verse can sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look in it r... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 546
...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...your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forest shook three summers' pride; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd, In process of the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 548
...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...your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forest shook three summers' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd, In process of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 624
...disgrace. POEMS. 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'... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 432
...disgrace. POEMS. Were it not sinful theu, 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 eyed, Such seems... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 484
...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 ; •... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 280
...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. 104 To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were, when first your eye I eyed, Such seems... | |
 | David Lester Richardson - 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 296
...Valombrosa. In one of his Sonnets he thus counts the year of human life 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, Henry Howard Earl of Surrey, George Gilfillan - 1856 - عدد الصفحات: 364
...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 - 1856 - عدد الصفحات: 424
...disgrace. U'ere it not sinful then, striving to mend, To mar Ihe subject that before was well t Fur to no other pass my verses tend, Than of your graces...sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look in it. To me, f,iir friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your... | |
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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... 
