 His wisdom was not, for he knew thee well. Thence came the honeyed corner at his lips, The conquering smile wherein his spirit sails Calm as the God who the white sea-wave whips, Yet full of speech and intershifting tales, Close mirrors of us : thence...  The Nineteenth Century and After - Pagina 8171916Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1897 - 610 pagina’s
...Shakespeare himself, master of human •nature, had no knowledge : — ' Thence came the honeyed corner at his lips, The conquering smile wherein his spirit sails Calm as the God who the white sea wave whips, Yet full of speech and intershiftiug tales, Close mirrors of us ; thence had he the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1896 - 156 pagina’s
...wisdom was not, for he knew thee well. Thence came the honeyed corner at his lips, The conquering smilo wherein his spirit sails Calm as the God who the white...tales, Close mirrors of us : thence had he the laugh AVe feel is thine : broad as ten thousand beeves At pasture! thence thy songs, that winnow chaff From... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 440 pagina’s
...but of love deflower'd His wisdom was not, for he knew thee well. Thence came the honey'd corner at his lips, The conquering smile wherein his spirit...mirrors of us : thence had he the laugh We feel is thine ; broad as ten thousand beeves At pasture ! thence thy songs, that winnow chaff From grain, bid... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 810 pagina’s
...thee well The conquering smile wherein bis spirit sails Thence came the honey'd corner at his lips, Calm as the God who the white sea-wave whips, Yet...mirrors of us : thence had he the laugh We feel is thine ; broad as ten thousand beeves At pasture ! thence thy songs, that winnow chaff From grain, bid... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Sir Israel Gollancz - 1899 - 158 pagina’s
...well. Thence came ^he honeyed «mu-r at his lips, The conquering smile wherein his spirit sails Oalm as the God who the white sea-wave whips, Yet full...tales. Close mirrors of us : thence had he the laugh AVe feol is thine : broad as ten. thousand beeves At pasture ! thence thy songs," that winnow chaff... | |
 | Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 802 pagina’s
...but of love deflower'd His wisdom was not, for he knew thee well. Thence came the honey'd corner at his lips, The conquering smile wherein his spirit...who the white sea-wave whips, Yet full of speech and Intel-shifting tales, Close mirrors of us : thence had he the laugh We feel is thine ; broad as ten... | |
 | George Meredith - 1898 - 254 pagina’s
...but of love deflowered His wisdom was not, for he knew thee well. Thence came the honeyed corner at his lips, The conquering smile wherein his spirit...mirrors of us : thence had he the laugh We feel is thine : broad as ten thousand beeves At pasture ! thence thy songs, that winnow chaff From grain, bid... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1896 - 156 pagina’s
...but of love deflowered His wisdom was not, for he knew thee well. Thence came the honeyed corner at his lips, The conquering smile wherein his spirit...mirrors of us: thence had he the laugh We feel is thine : broad as ten thousand beeves At pasture ! thence thy songs, that winnow chaff From grain, bid... | |
 | George Meredith - 1897 - 294 pagina’s
...but of love deflowered His wisdom was not, for he knew thee well. Thence came the honied corner at his lips, The conquering smile wherein his spirit...mirrors of us: thence had he the laugh We feel is thine: broad as ten thousand beeves At pasture! thence thy songs, that winnow chaff From grain, bid... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1897 - 600 pagina’s
...Shakespeare himself, master of human •nature, had no knowledge : — ' Thence came the honeyed corner at his lips, The conquering smile wherein his spirit sails Calm as the God who the white sea wave whips, Yet full of speech and intershifting tales, Close mirrors of us ; thence had he the... | |
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