 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 184 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 fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter; that enfeebled mine. LXXXVII. Farewell! thou art too dear... | |
 | 1879 - 416 páginas
...is analogous to thc use of the double negative. A somewhat similar case occurs in Sonnet LXXXVI. 9: "He, nor that affable familiar ghost, Which nightly...intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot boast." — ' Der Fall liegt aber in dem von Wright angeführten Beispiele etwas anders, insofern da wirklich... | |
 | 1879 - 564 páginas
...double negative. A somewhat similar case occurs in Sonnet LXXXVI. 9: "He, nor that affable familiär ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot boast." — ' Der Fall liegt aber in dem von Wright angeführten Beispiele etwas anders, insofern da wirklich... | |
 | Ethan Allen Hitchcock - 1865 - 320 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 astonished. « * * I was not sick of any fear from thence : But when your countenance filled up his line, Then... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 500 páginas
...mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verso astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which...of any fear from thence : But when your countenance fil'd up his line,(46) Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. LXXXVIL Farewell ! thou art too... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 494 páginas
...mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verso astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which...of any fear from thence : But when your countenance fil'd up his line/46) Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. LXXXVIL Farewell ! thou art too dear... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 412 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...verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost so Reserve] ie preserve. Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 402 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...verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost M Reserve] ie preserve. L Which nightly gulls him with intelligence. As victors, of my silence cannot... | |
 | Gerald Massey - 1866 - 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 aid, my verse astonished I He, nor that affable-familiar Ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence... | |
 | Ethan Allen Hitchcock - 1866 - 298 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'd up his line Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. Vide Sonnets 1-17, 80, LXXXVII. Farewell!... | |
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Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch,... 
