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" Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived... "
Poems Written by Mr. William Shakespeare - 163. lappuse
autors: William Shakespeare - 1775 - 250 lapas
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Poems on Several Occasions: By Shakespeare

William Shakespeare - 1760 - 266 lapas
...Have from the- foreft fhook three fummers piide; Three beauteous fprings to yellow Autumn turn'd, la procefs of the feafons, have I feen ; Three April perfumes in three hot Junes bnrn'd, Since firft I faw you, frefh, which yet are green. Ah ! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand, Steal...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes ..., 10. sējums

William Shakespeare - 1790 - 752 lapas
...twg Riure hmmen wither in tturprUi." STIIVKHS. Three beauteous fp rings to yellew autumn turn ' J 6, In procefs of the feafons have I feen ; Three April...hot Junes burn'd, Since firft I faw you frefh, which vet are green. Ah ! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd...
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The poems of William Shakspeare, with mr. Capell's History of ..., 18. sējums

William Shakespeare - 1798 - 306 lapas
...Have from the forefts fhook three fummers' pride ; Three beauteous fprings to yellow autumn turn'd, In procefs of the feafons have I feen, Three April...which yet are green. Ah ! yet doth beauty, like a dial hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd, So your fweet hue, which methinks ftill doth...
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Poems, with illustrative remarks [ed. by W.C. Oulton]. To which ..., 2. sējums

William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 lapas
...seasons, have I seen ; Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you, fresh, which yet are green. Ah ! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,...from his figure, and no place perceiv.'d; So your sweet hue, which, methinks, still does stand. Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd. For fear of...
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The London Magazine, 4. sējums

1821 - 724 lapas
...to detect its movement, never catched, nice as an evanescent cloud, or the first arrests of sleep ! Ah ! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand Steal from his figure, and DO pace perceived ! What a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous embowehnents of lead and brass,...
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The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare

William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 lapas
...seasons have I seen ; Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn d, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived ; So your sweet hue, which methinks stijl doth stand, . Hath motion, and mine eye may...
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The Republic of Letters: A Weekly Republication of Standard ..., 3. sējums

1835 - 432 lapas
...detect its movement, never catched, nice as an evanescent cloud, or the first arrests of sleep ! *' Ah ! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived !" What a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous embowelments of lead and brass,...
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Essays of Elia

Charles Lamb - 1835 - 440 lapas
...to detect its movement, never catched, nice as an evanescent cloud, or the first arrests of sleep ! Ah ! yet doth beauty like a 'dial-hand Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived ! god of Christian gardens. Why is it almost everywhere vanished? If its business-use...
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The Republic of Letters: A Weekly Republication of Standard ..., 3. sējums

1835 - 430 lapas
...to detect its movement, never catched, nice as an evanescent cloud, or the first arrests of sleep! " Ah ! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived !" What a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous embowelments of lead and brass,...
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The essays of Elia

Charles Lamb - 1840 - 304 lapas
...to detect its movement, never catched, nice as an evanescent cloud, or the first arrests of sleep ! Ah ! yet doth beauty like a dial-hand Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived ! What a dead thing is a clock, with its ponderous embowelments of lead and brass, its...
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