 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 334 trang
...ingenious ; and tf:.::'' !>.» i i1 'u!) uitVOL ILL . f Mark-Heaven drowfy with the harmony ! JNever durft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were tempered with love's fighs; O, then his lines would ravifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. — • From... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 460 trang
...his hair ; 680 And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper" d with love's sighs ; O, then his lines would ravish savage ear») And plant in tyrants mild... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 556 trang
...with his hair; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 456 trang
...Warburton. The ancient reading is— Mark, heaven drowsy with the harmony. 96 LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs; element of the sky to a calm, by their harmonious applauses of this favoured... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 452 trang
...with his hair; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 518 trang
...with his hair; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the goda Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'cl with love's sighs; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 414 trang
...with his hair, And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 578 trang
...his hair' ; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony1. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs; O, then hi< lines would ravish savage cars, And plant in tyrants mild humility.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 318 trang
...with his hair ; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 418 trang
...his hair ;T And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.» Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were tempered with love's sighs; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women'^s «yes... | |
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Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And, when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with Love's... 
