 Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,...  The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare - Seite 71von William Shakespeare - 1826 - 830 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | William Harmon - 1992 - 1176 Seiten
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 | William Shakespeare - 1992 - 220 Seiten
...Lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me, But hope of orphans, and unfathered fndt, 10 Por Summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And thou away, the very birds are mute. Or if they sing, 't is with so dull a cheer, That leaves loo\ pale, dreading the Winter 's near. XCVIII From you have... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - 1992 - 1172 Seiten
...issue seem'd to me, But hope of Orphans, and un-fathered fruite, For sommer and his pleasures waite 92 cheere. That leaves looke pale, dreading the winter's neere. (1. 9-14) AWP; E1L; EnLoPo; EyDe; GTBS;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 212 Seiten
...after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seemed to me But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,...That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. 98 From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, drest in all his trim, Hath put... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 196 Seiten
...after their lord's decease. Yet this abundant issue seemed to me 10 But hope of orphans, and unfathered fruit, For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,...That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. From you I have been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 Seiten
...after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seemed to me But hope of orphans and unfathered fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,...That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. 97 To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems... | |
 | Helen Vendler - 1999 - 690 Seiten
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