 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 760 sidor
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb, the womb wherein they grew t Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...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,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 764 sidor
...brain inhearse, Making their tomb, the womb wherein they grew f W.BS it his spirit, by spirits tnught to write Above a mortal pitch that struck me dead...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 sidor
...you. That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse. Making their tomb the womb wherein they crow Т 2 deadl No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him 'nil, my verse astonished, . He. nor that... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 766 sidor
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb, the womb wherein they grew I Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1855 - 280 sidor
...S1IAKSMAKE. 13 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...of any fear from thence. But when your countenance filed t up his line, Then lacked I matter; that enfeebled mine. 87 Farewell ! thou art too dear for... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 424 sidor
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inherre, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...of any fear from thence. But when your countenance filM b up his line Thenlack'd I matter; that enfeebled mine. Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Henry Howard Earl of Surrey, George Gilfillan - 1856 - 364 sidor
...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, that struck me dead 1 No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable... | |
 | Walter Thornbury - 1856 - 440 sidor
...whose works had made him desponding and stricken him dead : he says, speaking perhaps of Spenser : — "Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write,' Above a mortal pitch." It is indeed probable that Shakspere was among the numerous authors present at the public funeral of... | |
 | Walter Thornbury - 1856 - 442 sidor
...works had made him desponding and stricken him dead : he says, speaking perhaps of Spenser : — " Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write, Above a mortal pitch." It is indeed probable that Shakspere was among the numerous authors present at the public funeral of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 336 sidor
...preserve. Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to writ* Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead:1 No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him...of any fear from thence. But when your countenance filed ' up his line, Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. Farewell ! thou art too dear for my... | |
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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,... 
