| William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 páginas
...No, neither he, nor his compeers hy night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affahle familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence ; As victors, of my silence cannot hoast; I was not sick of any fear from thence : But when your countenance filed up his line, Then lacked... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1844 - 532 páginas
...they grew? Was it his spirit , by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead? No , neither he , nor his compeers by night Giving...ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence , As \ictors of my silence cannot boast. I was not sick of any fear from thence ; But when your countenance... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 582 páginas
...they grew ? Was it his spirit, by ipirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid. my verse astonished. He, nor that enable familiar ghost, • Which nightly gulls him with intelligence. As victors of my silence cannot... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge - 1847 - 570 páginas
...spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch that struck me dead 1 No, neither he, nor his compi-ers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He,...intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot boast ; 1 was not sick of any fear from thence ! Hut when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd... | |
| Charles Knight - 1849 - 574 páginas
...they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal piteh, that struck me dead, ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him...of any fear from thence. But, when your countenance fil'd up his linc, Then lack'd I matter : that enfeebled mine. —86. Farewell ! thou art too dear... | |
| Charles Knight - 1849 - 582 páginas
...write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dea*i ' No, neither he, nor his compeers by nigfcGiving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable...of any fear from thence. But, when your countenance fil'd up his line . Then lack'd I matter : that enfeebled min.. Farewell ! thou art too dear for my... | |
| 1903 - 666 páginas
...a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, mv verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost...I was not sick of any fear from thence ; But when yonr countenance, fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. We have Barnes writing... | |
| 1876 - 706 páginas
...particular he was aided by Sir Walter Aston, who took an exceeding and active interest in its progress. " No, neither he nor his compeers by night Giving him...ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence," is in allusion to these helpers. By Fitu Geoffrey, a divine and poet, writing towards the end of the... | |
| 1877 - 564 páginas
...countenance tike richest alchemy Will change to virtue and to worthiness." Therefore, in the Sonnets, " But when your countenance filed up his line, Then lack'd I matter— that enfeebled mine," would mean the reception or approval by the poetical and judicial mind of the time of Drayton's as... | |
| 1876 - 602 páginas
...particular he was aided by Sir Walter Aston, who took an exceeding and active interest in its progress. " No, neither he nor his compeers by night Giving him...ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence," is in allusion to these helpers. By Fits Geoffrey, a divine and poet, writing towards the end of the... | |
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