 | John Sterling - 1848 - Liczba stron: 762
...breath most breathes,— even in the mouths of men. And in the 107th it is thus written : And th on in this shalt find thy monument. When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. The whole basis of the notion, which these passages superabundantly refute, lies in the apparent indifference... | |
 | Henry Norman Hudson - 1848 - Liczba stron: 364
...I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes; And thou in this shall find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent." And, finally: " The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured, And the sad augurs mock their own presage; Uncertainties... | |
 | John Sterling - 1848 - Liczba stron: 782
...breathes, — even in the months of men. And in the 107th it is thus written : And thou in this shall find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. The whole basis of the notion, which these passages superabundantly refute, lies in the apparent indifference... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1849 - Liczba stron: 582
...themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since spite of him I 'II live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shall... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - Liczba stron: 484
...themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since...When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. 107What 's in the brain that ink may character, Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit ? What... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - Liczba stron: 458
...themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since...When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. 107. What's in the brain that ink may character, Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit ? What's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - Liczba stron: 446
...themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since spite of him I '11 live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shalt... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - Liczba stron: 546
...endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes,t Since spite of him I'll live in this poor rhyme, While..."When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. % CVIII. What's in the brain that ink may character, Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - Liczba stron: 432
...drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes", Since spite of him I 11 live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull...When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. CVHI. What 's in the brain that ink may character, Which hath not figur'd to thee my true spirit? What... | |
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And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this... 
