 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 Seiten
...summers' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd, In process of the seasons have I seen ; Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,...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 still doth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 596 Seiten
...summers' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd, In process of the seasons have I seen ; Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are greeu. Ah ! yet doth beauty, like a dial hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived ; So your... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 Seiten
...autumn turned, In process of the seasons have I seen ¡ Three April perfumes in three hot Junes hurned, Since first I saw you fresh which yet are green. Ah ! yet doth heauty, like a dial hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived : So your sweet hue, which methinks... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 532 Seiten
...yellow autumn turn'd, In process of the seasons have I seen ; Three April perfumes in three hot J unes 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 methioks still... | |
 | 1844 - 288 Seiten
...eager to detect its movement never catehed, nice as an evanescent cloud, or the firs arrests of sleep ! Ah ! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived!" SECTION 3. ANCIENT ORDERS AND CEREMONIES. Dugdale notices various orders and regulations made from... | |
 | Charles Lamb - 1845 - 398 Seiten
...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 pert or solemn... | |
 | John William Lester - 1847 - 376 Seiten
...eager to detect its movement, never catched, nice as an evanescent cloud on 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 pert or solemn... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1849 - 582 Seiten
...three summer.pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow antumn turn'd, In process of the seasons have I seen. Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh which yet are greco, Ah ! yet doth beauty, like a dial hand, Steal from his figure, and no pace pereeiv'd ; So your... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1849 - 574 Seiten
...yellow autumn turn'd, In procese of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Juncs 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 pereeiv'd : So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 484 Seiten
...autumn turned, In process of the seasons have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned, 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 still doth... | |
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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... 
