 Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch,...  Publications [and Papers] - Page 1561903Full view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - 1760 - 266 pages
...wherein they grew?' Was it his fpirit, by fpirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that ftruck mr, dead ? No, neither he nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verfe aftoniihed. He nor that affable familiar gholl, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1775 - 290 pages
...wherein they grew ? Was it his fpirit, by fpirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that ftruck me dead ? No, neither he nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verfe aftonifhed. He nor that affable familiar ghoft, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1790 - 752 pages
...wherein they grew * ? Was it his fpirit, by fpirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that ftruck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verfe allonifhed. He, nor that affable familiar ghoft, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence *;,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 306 pages
...wherein they grew ? Was it his fpirit, by fpirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that ftruck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verfe aftonifhed. He, nor that affable familiar ghoft Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 pages
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain rehearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He nor that%ffable familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 pages
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain rehearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ' Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...astonished. He, nor that .affable familiar ghost, M VOL. ix. Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast ; I was... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 746 pages
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...cannot boast ; I was not sick of any fear from thence. But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. SONNET LXXXVII.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 pages
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? Xo, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 pages
...you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain rehearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ! Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above...verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost, M VOL. ix. • 134 I'OKMS ON Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 pages
...spirits taught to write [ol Read fil'd ie polished. ANON. [i] For Rehearse, read inherse. STEEVENS. Above a mortal pitch that struck me dead ? No, neither...night, Giving him aid, my verse astonished. • He, nor tliat affable familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence... | |
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