 Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's...  A Dictionary of Quotations from the English Poets - Sida 337efter Henry George Bohn - 1867 - 715 sidorObegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | Henry James Slack - 1860 - 260 sidor
...worth 's unknown, although his height be taken. Love 's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come : Love alters...edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved." A marriage of minds presupposes mental cultivation on both sides,... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1860 - 312 sidor
...worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters...edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved." It would be difficult to cite a finer passage of moral poetry... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 364 sidor
...It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose M'orth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and checks Within...edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. cxvn. Accuse me thus; that I have scanted all Wherein I should... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 546 sidor
...worth 's unknown, although his height be taken. Love 's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks "Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters...edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. CXVII. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted J all Wherein I should... | |
 | Historic Society of Lancashire and Cheshire - 1863 - 628 sidor
...Whose worth's unknown although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters...edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, 1 cover writ, nor no man ever loved. We leave the holy domains of love ; and, following our poet upon... | |
 | Historic Society of Lancashire and Cheshire - 1864 - 342 sidor
...Whose worth's unknown although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters...upon me proved, 1 never writ, nor no man ever loved. We leave the holy domains of love ; and, following our poet upon other fields of his moral ideals,... | |
 | Historic Society of Lancashire and Cheshire - 1864 - 332 sidor
...Whose worth's unknown although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters...upon me proved, 1 never writ, nor no man ever loved. We leave the holy domains of love ; and, following our poet upon other fields of his moral ideals,... | |
 | 1864 - 606 sidor
...an allusion to his love for the Drama. VoL 115. — No. 230. 2 H Love's Love's not Time's fool, tho' rosy lips and checks Within his bending sickle's compass...edge of doom, If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ nor no man ever loved.' — Sonnet 119. A most perfectly apposite discourse on the loves... | |
 | Emily Taylor - 1864 - 210 sidor
...worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters...edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. SHAKESPEARE. SEE THE CHARIOT AT HAND. SONG. |EE the chariot at... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1864 - 630 sidor
...love for the Drama. Vol. 115.— No. 230. 2 H Love's Love's not Time's fool, tho' rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters...edge of doom, If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ nor no man ever loved.' — Sonnet 119. A most perfectly apposite discourse on the loves... | |
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