 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 pagine
...short a lease, Dost thou upon thy faded mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat np thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul,...dross; Within be fed, without be rich no more. So shall thou feed on death, that feeds on men, And death once dead, there's no more dying then. IMMODERATE... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 pagine
...lease, Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, seul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine...on death, that feeds on men ; And death once dead, there's no more dying then. IMMODERATE PASSION. My love is as a fever, longing still For that which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 pagine
...suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls in costly clay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy...on death, that feeds on men ; And death once dead, there's no more dying then. IMMODERATE PASSION. My love is as a fever, longing still For that which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 pagine
...suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls in costly clay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy...dross ; Within be fed, without be rich no more. So shall thou feed on death, that feeds on men ; And death once dead, there's no more dying then. IMMODERATE... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 pagine
...Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eut up thy change? Is this thy body's end? Then, soul, live thou upon...dross; Within be fed, without be rich no more : So sbalt thon feed on death, that feeds on men, And, death once dead, there's no more dying then. CXLVII.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 pagine
...threw, And sav'd my life, saying—not you. CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, FooFd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou...more: So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds on men, CXLVII. My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease; Feeding on... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pagine
...proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. TO MY SOUL. POOR soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fooled by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou...to aggravate thy store: Buy terms divine in selling honrs of dross ; Within be fed, without be rich no more: So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds on... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 pagine
...Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. Poena. 779 An apostrophe to his soul. Poor Soui, the centre of my sinful earth," Fool'd by those rebel powers...more : So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men:1 And, death once dead, there 's no more dying then. Poems. 780 The foundation of his faith and... | |
 | Charles Armitage Brown - 1838 - 326 pagine
...Fool'd by those rebel pow'rs that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting the outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having...on death, that feeds on men, And, Death once dead, there's no more dying then." In my Introduction I offered an opinion that much might be gleaned of... | |
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CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading... 
