 | Emily Taylor - English poetry - 1864 - 210 pages
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours or weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. SHAKESPEARE. SEE THE CHARIOT AT HAND. SONG. |EE the chariot... | |
 | Stephen Watson Fullom - Dramatists, English - 1864 - 394 pages
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it even to the edge of doom. If. this be error, and upon me prmed, I never writ and no man ever loved." Time's " brief hours and weeks " are all the tenure he... | |
 | Life-lights - 1864 - 344 pages
...bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out e'en to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. W. SHAKSPEARE, 1564-1616. — Sonnets. TO MARY IN HEAVEN.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 436 pages
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd." The course of Shakespeare's after-life took him much away from... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 624 pages
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. cxvn. Accuse me thus : that I have scanted all Wherein... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 184 pages
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. CXVII. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted all Wherein... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 362 pages
...Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me proved I never writ, nor no man ever loved. SONNET CXXXII. Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 402 pages
...Within his bending sickle's compass come , Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. cxvu. Accuse me thus ; that I have scanted all Wherein I should... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1866 - 500 pages
...Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. cxvn. Accuse me thus : — that I have scanted all Wherein I should... | |
 | Elizabeth Pepper - Body, Mind & Spirit - 2002 - 52 pages
...Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks. But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. Speaking of Love Love does not consist in gazing at each... | |
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Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error... 
