 | Robert Walsh - 1836 - 530 страници
...man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee. And then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd, such wealth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 страници
...man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee ; and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate : For thy sweet love remember'd, such wealth... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 страници
...man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state ( Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate : For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1843 - 566 страници
...man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, — and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 596 страници
...man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate : For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 страници
...man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state ( Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate : For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 страници
...man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, — and then my state (Like to the lark at hreak of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate : For thy sweet love rememhered... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 532 страници
...man's scope , With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee , and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth... | |
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Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's... 
