Passions' pain. Thus sundry men, their sundry minds repeat. I pass not, I, how men affected be ! Nor who commends or discommends my Verse ! It pleaseth me, if I my woes rehearse ! And in my lines, if She, my love may see ! Only my comfort still consists... Idea - Стр. 51авторы: Michael Drayton - 1897 - Страниц: 199Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
| Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - Страниц: 692
...feign, And in bare words paint out my passion's pain ; Thus sundry men their sundry minds repeat: T pass not I, how men affected be, Nor who commends...with such sov'reign grace, Disperse their rays on ev'ry vulgar spirit, Whilst I in darkness, in the self-same place, Get not one glance to recompense... | |
| Ethan Allen Hitchcock - 1865 - Страниц: 320
...meaning to write in honor of the Highest — I care not I, how men affected be, Nor who commends nor discommends my verse ; It pleaseth me, if I my woes...in this, Writing Her praise I cannot write amiss. This again is paralleled in Shakespeare's 112th Sonnet : "What care I who calls me well or ill, So... | |
| Edward Arber - 1883 - Страниц: 688
...not kindly relish my conceit, They say, as poets do I use to feign, And in bare words paint out my Passions' pain. Thus sundry men, their sundry minds repeat. I pass not, I, how men affected be 1 Nor who commends or discommends my Verse ! It pleaseth me, if I my woes rehearse ! And in my lines,... | |
| Edward Arber - 1883 - Страниц: 674
...not kindly relish my conceit, They say, as poets do I use to feign, Arid in bare words paint out my Passions' pain. Thus sundry men, their sundry minds repeat. I pass not, I, how men affected be I Nor who commends or discommends my Verse ! It pleaseth me, if I my woes rehearse ! And in my lines,... | |
| 1904 - Страниц: 462
...not kindly relish my conceit, They say, as poets do I use to feign, And in bare words paint out my Passions' pain. Thus sundry men, their sundry minds...in this; Writing her praise, I cannot write amiss! 43[First printed in 1605 (No. 43), and in all later editions.] HY should your fair eyes, with such... | |
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