 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,...  The Secret Drama of Shakespeare's Sonnets - Page 158by Gerald Massey - 1888 - 482 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 pages
...verse. Bound for the prize of (all-too-precious) you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain rehearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was...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 pages
...verse, Bound for the prize of (all-too-precious) you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain rehearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ' Was...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 - English poetry - 1810 - 746 pages
...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...nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast ; I was not sick of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fill'd up... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1810 - 728 pages
...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...to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? Xo, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 pages
...verse, Bound for the prize of (all-too-precious) you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain rehearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ! Was...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 pages
...verse, Bound for the prize of (all-too-precious) you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain rehearse," Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ! Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write [ol Read fil'd ie polished. ANON. [i] For Rehearse, read inherse. STEEVENS. Above a mortal pitch that... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Aesthetics - 1817 - 312 pages
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb, the womb wherein they grew 1 Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot boast ; I was not sick of any fear from thence T But when your countenance fill'd up... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 pages
...verse, Round for the prize of all-too-precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inherse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 pages
...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...nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast; I was not sick of any fear from thence. LXXKVII. And like enough thou know'st... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 pages
...for the prize of all-too-precious you, That bid my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse. Making thtir tomb the womb wherein they grew ! Was it his spirit,...nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast ; I was not sick of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fil'd up his... | |
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