gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet... The Works of William Shakespeare - 第 98 頁William Shakespeare 著 - 1812完整檢視 - 關於此書
| William Shakespeare - 2004 - 342 頁
...delves the parallels in beautys brow, Feeds on the rarities ofnature's truth, And nothing stands butfor his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope my verse...stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. olas a la playa pedregosa avanzan a su fin nuestros minutos; cada uno al anterior va relevando, con... | |
| Lorraine LaCroix - 2005 - 161 頁
...glory flight. And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on you And delves the parallels in beauty's brow. Feeds on...stand. Praising thy worth. despite his cruel hand. A Split Tree Still Crows Author Unknown Look at me I am old I am the beginning of life and life survives... | |
| J. B. Leishman - 2005 - 264 頁
...fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on...stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. The first four lines, like several similar passages in Shakespeare's sonnets (eg in 64 and 65), may... | |
| Shakespeare, William - 2006 - 366 頁
...fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow; Feeds on...stand, Praising thy worth despite his cruel hand. Sonnets Sonnet 61 Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost... | |
| William Shakespeare - 2011 - 706 頁
...fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. 8 Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on...truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. 12 And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand. The poet... | |
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