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
| Washington Irving - American essays - 1848 - 518 pages
...same time possesses that magic of language and appositeness of imagery for which he stands preeminent. With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live...flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The nzured harebell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine ; whom not to slander, Outsweeten'd... | |
| Henry Norman Hudson - Dramatists, English - 1848 - 366 pages
...round the grassy tomb of their gentle visitor, supposed to be dead! , » " With fairest flowers, While summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten...lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; The azure harebell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, which, not to slander, Out-sweetened... | |
| Electronic journals - 1875 - 676 pages
...thy sad grave : thou shall not lack The flower that 's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor The leaf of eglantine,...slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath : the ruddock would With charitable bill (0 bill, sore-shaming Those rich-left heirs that let their fathers He Without... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1850 - 264 pages
...Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave, thou shall not lack the flower thats like thy face paleprimsose ! nor the azur'd harebell, like thy veins, no nor the...whom not to slander, outsweeten'd not thy breath.. Arv. a. 4 *. 2 What pleasure find we in life, to lock it from action and adventure.. ^.rv. a. 4 s.... | |
| John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - American periodicals - 1851 - 606 pages
...a carpet of living bloom. " With fairest flowers, Whilst sommer laste, and I lire here, Fidele, П1 sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower...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... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 pages
...his grave a bed; With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, And worms will not come to thee. Arv. With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live...face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell like thy reins: no, nor , , The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breatli; the ruddock§... | |
| Eugen Kölbing, Johannes Hoops, Reinald Hoops - Comparative linguistics - 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... | |
| William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - English literature - 1842 - 578 pages
...o'er ? O while my brother with me played, Would I had loved him more.' HEMANS. ' FIDELE S GRAVE. ' With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts, and I live...I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The llower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor ' FIDELES TUMULUS. ' Tumn, Fidele, floribus pulcherrimis,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 308 pages
...but sleeps. With female fairies will his tomb be haunted, And worms will not come to thee. Arviragus. With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live...Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave. Thou shalt not lack 220 The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azured harebell, like thy veins; no, nor... | |
| English periodicals - 1880 - 1128 pages
...observance in its purely natural form, which knew no bounds, more exquisitely than Shakespeare : — With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live...flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd... | |
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