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" If it were fill'd with your most high deserts? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. "
Cosmic Consciousness: A Study in the Evolution of the Human Mind - Side 171
af Richard Maurice Bucke - 2006 - 404 sider
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The Christian Examiner, Bind 73

1862 - 520 sider
...amber of his Sonnets, where the final generation of men may gaze on them with unspent astonishment. " Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were filled with your most high deserts ? Though yet, Heaven knows, it is but aa a tomb Which hides your...
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The Works of Shakespeare, Bind 3

William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 sider
...To give away yourself keeps yourself still ; And you must live, drawn by your own sw«-t skill. xvn. <to i jaitirelai purpose. So Milton. " Paradise Lost," BI CAS. But what of Cicero ? shal 1 Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your Ufe, and shows not half your parts....
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Shakspere: His Inner Life as Intimated in His Works

John Abraham Heraud - 1865 - 548 sider
...inasmuch as they aim to convert him to a more natural course of living. " Who will," he exclaims, — " Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were...number all your graces, The age to come would say the poet lies ; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. So should my papers, yellow'd with...
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The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of ..., Bind 1

William Shakespeare - 1865 - 624 sider
...To give away yourself, keeps yourself still, And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. xvn. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were...knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shews not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all...
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Jahrbuch der Deutschen Shakespeare-Gesellschaft, Bind 19

1884 - 410 sider
...ausführt und zu V. l, 2 a tomb) die sehr hübsche Parallelstelle aus Sonn. 17: . . . it (my verse) is but a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. • Die Parallelstellen der Dramen wollen wir nach den 4 in der Ueberschrift gemachten Abtheilungen...
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Shakspeare's Sonnets Never Before Interpreted: His Private Friends ...

Gerald Massey - 1866 - 624 sider
...To give away yourself keeps yourself still, And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. (16.) Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were filled with your most high deserts ? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your...
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A Dictionary of Quotations from the English Poets

Henry George Bohn - 1867 - 752 sider
...Spenser, Tears of the Muses. Praising what is lost, Makes the remembrance dear. Sh. All's W. v. 3. Who will believe my verse in time to come If it were fill'd with your most high deserts. Sh. Son. 17. To things of sale a seller's praise belong. SL Love's L. iv. 3. The worthiness of praise...
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Studies of Shakspere

Charles Knight - 1868 - 570 sider
...give away yourself, keeps yourself still ; And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill. — 16. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were...of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your grace?. The age to come would say, This poet lies, Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces....
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Studies of Shakspere

Charles Knight - 1868 - 578 sider
...give away yourself, keeps yourself still; And you must live, drawn by your own sweet skill.— 16. Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were...but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not hslf your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in fresh numbers number all your graces,...
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Shakespeare's Sonnets and A Lover's Complaint: Reprinted in the Orthography ...

William Shakespeare - 1609 - 98 sider
...4 Though Though yet heauen knowes it is but as a tombe Which hides your life, and fhewes not halfe your parts : If I could write the beauty of your eyes, And in frefh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would fay this Poet lies, Such heauenly touches...
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