The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room : Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth... The British Quarterly Review - Sayfa 203editör: - 1857Tam görünüm
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Floyd Baker Wilson - 2007 - 232 sayfa
...confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor muse can praise too much, *»**#»* "Thou art all-re still while thy book doth live, And we have wits to read and praise to give, And though thoii hadst small Latin and less Greek From thenoe to honor thee, I would not seek For names...