what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. 0, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow When thou hold'st up thy hand.... MLN. - Pagina 3311901Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
| William Shakespeare - 1788 - 460 pagina’s
...goddess, nymph, perfeS , divine! 340 To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne.' Chrystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries,...wind, turns to a crow, When thou hold'st up thy hand : O, let me kiss This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss ! HeL O spight IO hell! I see, you... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1788 - 442 pagina’s
...in the J>lidtummcr Night's Dream : " That pure congealed white, high Taurus' . . snow, " Fann'd by the eastern wind, turns to a crow» . «.« When thou hold'st up thy hand," STEEVEN3. 657. ———dispute his own estate?] Does not this allude to the next heir suing for the... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1803 - 424 pagina’s
...goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne ?• Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries,...wind, turns to a crow, When thou hold'st up thy hand : O let me kiss This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss ! Hel. O spite ! O hell! I see you... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1805 - 410 pagina’s
...goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne ? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries,...grow! That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, 6 Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, When thou hold'st up thy hand: O let me kiss This... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1806 - 414 pagina’s
...goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne ? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries,...wind, turns to a crow, When thou hold'st up thy hand: O let me kiss This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss! Hel. O spite! O hell! I see you all... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1806 - 384 pagina’s
...Steeveiis. Ee " Mark the badges of these men, axvd V\\tv\ aa.^ SS ««?J « J Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries,...grow ! That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, 6 Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, When thou hold'st up thy hand: O let me kiss This... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1807 - 472 pagina’s
...goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne ? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries,...wind, turns to a crow, When thou hold'st up thy hand : O let me kiss This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss ! Hel. O spite, O hell! I see you all... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1810 - 418 pagina’s
...loves her, and he loves not you. To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries,...wind, turns to a crow, When thou hold'st up thy hand : O let me kiss This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss !» Hel. O spite ! O hell! I see you... | |
| William Shakespeare, Alexander Chalmers - 1811 - 520 pagina’s
...[awaking J\ O Helen, goddess, nymph, To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne ? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries,...grow! That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, 0 Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, When thou hold'st up thy hand : O let me kiss This... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1817 - 344 pagina’s
...•• the bolt of CtipM fell: To what, my love, shall I comparethine eyne ? Crystal is muddy. O, bow ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting...grow! That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, 1 Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, When thou hold'st up thy hand : O let me kisa This... | |
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