 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 страници
...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. He nor that%ffable familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 страници
...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...astonished. He, nor that .affable familiar ghost, M VOL. ix. Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast ; I was... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 746 страници
...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. SONNET LXXXVII. FAREWELL ! thou art... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 страници
...grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? Xo, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid,...He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly julls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast; I was not sirk of any fear from... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 страници
...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...verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost, M VOL. ix. • 134 I'OKMS ON Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 страници
...polished. ANON. [i] For Rehearse, read inherse. STEEVENS. Above a mortal pitch that struck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night, Giving him aid, my verse astonished. • He, nor tliat affable familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 312 страници
...they grew 1 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...cannot boast ; I was not sick of any fear from thence T But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter, that enfeebled mine. In Spencer... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 страници
...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...familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence 2 ; As victors, of my silence cannot boast ; I was not sick of any fear from thence : But when your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 страници
...his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that strcuk me dead? No, neither he, uor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that aQ'able familiar ghost , Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 страници
...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. SONNETS. Ill Farewcl ! thou art too dear... | |
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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,... 
