 | 1842 - 574 pages
...o'er? O while my brother with me played, Would 1 had loved him more.' HEMANS. ' FIDELE'S GRAVE. ' W ith fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts, and I live here,...I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The llower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor ' FIDELCS TrSII-LUS. ' Tunm, Fidele, floribus pulcherrimis,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 pages
...a grave. 21 — ii. 5. 85 With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I 'l1 sweeten 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, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd... | |
 | 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 - 1851 - 570 pages
...what is left reverently in the earth — and above the spot let us spread a carpet of living bloom. ' With 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 ; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1838 - 360 pages
...and one when she is supposed dead. Arviragus thus addresses her — - " With fairest flowers, While summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave ; thou shalt not lack The flow'r that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins, no, nor The leaf... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 pages
...ГЦ sweeten thy sad grave : Thou shall not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose ; no The azur'd hare-bell; like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander. Out-sweeten'a not thy breath : the ruddock3 would With charitable bjll (O bill, sore-shaming Those... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 480 pages
...Unable to support this lump of clay, — Swift-winged with desire to get a grave. 21 — ii. 5. 85 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 526 pages
...some parts of England thin plates of iron, called ..'<i <.'.-•, are fixed to the shoes of rustics. I'll sweeten thy sad grave. Thou shalt not lack The...flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured harebell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweetened... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 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,...not to 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 534 pages
...was used for the affirmative particle ay, crept into the text. 3 Stark means entirely cold and stiff. I'll sweeten thy sad grave. Thou shalt not lack The...flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azured harebell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweetened... | |
 | 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,... | |
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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... 
