 Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd...  Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King Lear - Page 95by William Shakespeare - 1811Full view - About this book
 | Eugen Kölbing, Johannes Hoops, Reinald Hoops - 1877 - 566 pages
...spielt auf diesen Volksglauben an; Arviragus sagt nämlich bei Fidele's (Imogen's) leiche: » . . . With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts, and I live...slander Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock would With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers lie... | |
 | Herman Melville - 1949 - 522 pages
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