 | 1918 - 2062 páginas
...thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither Man, nor Muse, can ' wedda's, But de res', dey's all brung in. — DC...down de ba's ob de sheepfol', Callin' sof, "Come urgeth all by chance; Or crafty malice might pretend this praise, And think to ruin, where it seemed... | |
 | Ernest Rhys - 1921 - 434 páginas
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 | Sir Henry John Newbolt - 1922 - 1032 páginas
...true, and all men's suffrage. But these ways Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise ; For seeliest ignorance on these may light, Which, when it sounds...which doth ne'er advance The truth, but gropes, and urgeth all by chance ; Or crafty malice might pretend this praise, And think to ruin where it seemed... | |
 | William Thomas Young - 1923 - 328 páginas
...true, and all men's suffrage. But these ways Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise ; For seeliest ignorance on these may light, Which, when it sounds...which doth ne'er advance The truth, but gropes, and urgeth all by chance ; Or crafty malice might pretend this praise, And think to ruin, where it seemed... | |
 | Tucker Brooke - 1926 - 206 páginas
...thus ample to thy book and fame, While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage....which doth ne'er advance The truth, but gropes, and urgeth all by chance; Or crafty malice might pretend this praise, And think to ruin where it seem'd... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1926 - 928 páginas
...writings to be such As neither man, nor muse, can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.1 erful dawn ; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, urgeth all by chance ; ю Or crafty malice might pretend this prake, And think to ruin, where it seemed... | |
 | Tom Peete Cross, Clement Tyson Goode - 1927 - 1432 páginas
...As neither man, nor muse, can praise too much. 'T is true, and all men's suffrage. But these ways 5 ny urgeth all by chance; 10 Or crafty malice might pretend this praise, And think to ruin, where it seemed... | |
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Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame, While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage. 
