 | William Shakespeare - 2004 - 342 sider
...art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myselfalmost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break ofday arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heavens gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth... | |
 | Ian Mills - 2004 - 662 sider
...tend to strive to make her love me - to achieve reciprocity as part of what the pleasure of love is: Haply I think on thee, - and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven's gate; - Shakespeare Firstly, the idea I have... | |
 | Diane Thiel - 2005 - 424 sider
[ Denne sides indhold er desværre begrænset. ] | |
 | 2004 - 572 sider
[ Denne sides indhold er desværre begrænset. ] | |
 | A. E. Hotchner - 2004 - 266 sider
...man s Evita and that man 's Nine, I \ "it h what I most admire contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising. Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Knowing thou It smile and seat me well, starts rising From Doll's Lite gloom, and I rush to thy gate;... | |
 | Diane Thiel - 2005 - 424 sider
[ Denne sides indhold er desværre begrænset. ] | |
 | Edward Leeson - 2004 - 728 sider
[ Denne sides indhold er desværre begrænset. ] | |
 | Eric Frederick Jensen - 2001 - 410 sider
...their engagement, "that you could only love Clara."21 Courtship and Marriage Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth... | |
 | Philip Lee Williams - 2005 - 324 sider
...this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least: Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth... | |
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Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's... 
