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
| William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 510 pages
...grave a bed : With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, And worms will »ot come to thee. Arv. With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live...slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath : the ruddock p would A^ With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shaming '> Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1831 - 606 pages
...fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidèle, П1 sweeten thy sad crave : Thou ihalt . * Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely...sweeter shade * To shepherds, looking on their silly ruddock4 would, With charitable bill (O, bill, sore-shaming Those rich-left heirs, that let their fathers... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 pages
...fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidèle, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : Thou shall not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose;...no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweetcn'a not thy breath : the ruddock' would, With charitable bill (0 bill, sore-shaming Those... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1831 - 522 pages
...lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : Thou shall not lack The flower, th.it's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur*d hare-bell,...no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweetcn'd not thy breath : the ruddock' would, With charitable bill (O bill, sore-shauiing Those... | |
| John Timbs - 1832 - 362 pages
...lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I 'II sweeten thy sad grave : thou shall not lack The flower, that 's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azur'd hare-bell,...no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom, not to slander, Outsweenten'd not thy breath. ***** Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-ground... | |
| Washington Irving - 1835 - 196 pages
...appositeness of imagery for which he stands pre-eminent. With fairest flowers , Whilst summer last, and I live here , Fidele , I'll sweeten thy sad grave...flower that's like thy face , pale primrose; nor The azured harebell , like thy veins ; nb, nor The leaf of eglantine : whom not to slander, Outsweeten'd... | |
| 1835 - 404 pages
...be familiar with his beautiful and often-quoted allusion to the custom prevalent in his day : — 1 with fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live...sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that 's like thy fate, pale primrose, nor The azured harebell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1851 - 570 pages
...fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shall not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose...whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath.' Give us, we say, whenever the appointed hour arrives, no other monument than a parterre six feet by... | |
| Nathan Drake - 1838 - 744 pages
...flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fiilefc, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : Thou shalt not luck he grave, to signify, that they who die in Christ, do not cease to live. For though, Out-sweetcn'd not thy breath." * Act iv, во. Í. The only relic which yet exists in this country... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 pages
...thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine,...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... | |
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