| William Shakespeare - 1850 - 484 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 him...affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,1 As victors, of my silence cannot boast ; 1 was not sick of any fear from thence. But... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1851 - 446 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 him...affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,1 As victors, of my silence cannot boast ; I was not sick of any fear from thence. But... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1851 - 624 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 him...of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fil'db up his line, Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. LXXXVII. Farewell 1 thou art too dear... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1852 - 546 páginas
...nor his compeers by night He, nor that affable familiar ghost Giving him aid, my verse astonished. Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,* As victors,...of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter; that enfeebled mine. LXXXVII. Farewell! thou art too dear... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1852 - 548 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 him aid, my verse asiomshed. si~ He, nor that affable familiar gfipSt Which nightly gulls him witli intelligence,* As... | |
| William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853 - 484 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 him...of any fear from thence : But when your countenance filTd up his line, Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. LXXXVII. Farewell : thou art too dear... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 764 páginas
...they grew f W.BS it his spirit, by spirits tnught to write Above a mortal pitch that struck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him...gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence can not boast ; I was not sick of any fear from tKence l But when your countenance fill'd up his line,... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 622 páginas
...neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him 'nil, my verse astonished, . He. nor that arTuble familiar ghost. Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,...As victors of my silence cannot boast ; I was not Bick of any fonr from thence! But when your countenance HUM up hi« line. Then lack'd I matter, that... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 760 páginas
...affable familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence can not boast; I was not sick of any fear from thence! But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter, that enfeebled mine. S. LXXXVI. In Spenser, indeed, we trace... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 766 páginas
...they grew I 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 him...gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence can not boast; I was not sick of any fear from thence ! But when your countenance fill'd up his line,... | |
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