 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 pages
...presage: Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time, My love looks fresh,...o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants crests and tombs of brass are spent. PERJURY. What's in the brain,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 pages
...presage : Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time, My love looks fresh,...o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. What's in the brain, that... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - English poetry - 1810 - 728 pages
...presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since spite of him I Ml live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes. And tbon in this shall... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 pages
...presage : Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time, My love looks fresh,...tribes. And thou in this shall find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent, What's in the brain, that ink may character, Which hath... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 pages
...presage : Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time. My love looks fresh,...o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent. What's in the brain, that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 486 pages
...5 ; Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh,...poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes6: 1 They had not SKILL enough your worth to sing:] The old copy has : " They had not stiU enough."... | |
 | English literature - 1823 - 598 pages
...presage ; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh,...tribes. And thou in this shall find thy monument, When tyrants' crest and tombs of brass are spent. How delicious is the following ! it has lusciousness,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 598 pages
...And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love loofts fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since spite of...tribes. And thou in this shall find thy monument, When tyrants' crest and tombs of brass are spent. How delicious is the following ! it has lusciousness,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 598 pages
...presage ; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh,...Since spite of him I'll live in this poor rhyme, While ne insults o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants'... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1823 - 596 pages
...presage ; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh,...and Death to me subscribes, Since spite of him I'll lire in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes. And thou in this shall find... | |
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And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes: And thou in this... 
