 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 pagina’s
...No, neither he, nor his compeers hy night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affahle familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence ; As victors, of my silence cannot hoast; I was not sick of any fear from thence : But when your countenance filed up his line, Then lacked... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 532 pagina’s
...they grew? Was it his spirit , by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead? No , neither he , nor his compeers by night Giving...ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence , As \ictors of my silence cannot boast. I was not sick of any fear from thence ; But when your countenance... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 582 pagina’s
...they grew ? Was it his spirit, by ipirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid. my verse astonished. He, nor that enable familiar ghost, • Which nightly gulls him with intelligence. As victors of my silence cannot... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge - 1847 - 570 pagina’s
...spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch that struck me dead 1 No, neither he, nor his compi-ers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He,...intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot boast ; 1 was not sick of any fear from thence ! Hut when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1849 - 574 pagina’s
...they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal piteh, that struck me dead, ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him...of any fear from thence. But, when your countenance fil'd up his linc, Then lack'd I matter : that enfeebled mine. —86. Farewell ! thou art too dear... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1849 - 582 pagina’s
...write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dea*i ' No, neither he, nor his compeers by nigfcGiving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable...of any fear from thence. But, when your countenance fil'd up his line . Then lack'd I matter : that enfeebled min.. Farewell ! thou art too dear for my... | |
 | 1903 - 666 pagina’s
...a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, mv verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost...I was not sick of any fear from thence ; But when yonr countenance, fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. We have Barnes writing... | |
 | 1876 - 706 pagina’s
...particular he was aided by Sir Walter Aston, who took an exceeding and active interest in its progress. " No, neither he nor his compeers by night Giving him...ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence," is in allusion to these helpers. By Fitu Geoffrey, a divine and poet, writing towards the end of the... | |
 | 1877 - 564 pagina’s
...countenance tike richest alchemy Will change to virtue and to worthiness." Therefore, in the Sonnets, " But when your countenance filed up his line, Then lack'd I matter— that enfeebled mine," would mean the reception or approval by the poetical and judicial mind of the time of Drayton's as... | |
 | 1876 - 602 pagina’s
...particular he was aided by Sir Walter Aston, who took an exceeding and active interest in its progress. " No, neither he nor his compeers by night Giving him...ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence," is in allusion to these helpers. By Fits Geoffrey, a divine and poet, writing towards the end of the... | |
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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,... 
