 To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride, Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the...  The book of sonnets, ed by A.M. Woodford - Page 56edited by - 1841Full view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 736 pages
...And more, much more, than in my verse can sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look in it. CIV. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were, when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1859 - 130 pages
...tell ; And more, much more, than in my verse can sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look in it. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you...have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since first I saw you fresh which yet are green, Ah ! yet doth beauty, like a dial hand, Steal... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 554 pages
...image he had in his mind, seems to strike up in one's face, hot and odorous, like perfume in a censer. In process of the seasons have I seen Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned. His allusions to Spring are numerous in proportion. We all know the song, containing that fine line,... | |
 | George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates - English periodicals - 1862 - 556 pages
...for whom he cherishes so deep a love. Beauty thus at one with Truth is immortal and ever young : '' To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you...first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still." Yet he fears, unreasonably, that unsuspected decay may somehow inhere ; notwithstanding he exclaims... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1861 - 356 pages
...: For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose : in it thou art my all. W. Shakespeare To me, fair Friend, you never can be old, For as you...summers' pride; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the season have I seen, Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd, Since... | |
 | 1862 - 558 pages
...for whom he cherishes so deep a love. Beauty thus at one with Truth is immortal and ever young : '' To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you...first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still." Yet he fears, unreasonably, that unsuspected decay may somehow inhere ; notwithstanding he exclaims... | |
 | Liberalism (Religion) - 1862 - 520 pages
...must make. On first gazing at it, the lines of his celebrator rushed into memory with a thrill : — " To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you...still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook throe summers' pride ; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned ; In process of the seasons... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 364 pages
...And more, much more, than in my verse can sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look in it. civ. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you...your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters'cold Have from the forests shook three summers' pride; Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1862 - 546 pages
...And more, much more, than in my verse can sit, Your own glass shows you, when you look in it. CIV. To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were, when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forest shook three summers' pride... | |
 | 1863 - 830 pages
...Shakespeare shows how used his ear was to these reverberations of sound in the odd line in his 104th sonnet, "For as you were, when first your eye I eyed Such seems your beauty still" The medieval Latinists, then, were epigrammatists of the first class, the unconscious moulders and... | |
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