 Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,...  The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare - Page 71by William Shakespeare - 1826 - 830 pagesFull view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - Poetry - 1992 - 220 pages
...Lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me, But hope of orphans, and unfathered fndt, 10 Por Summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And thou away, the very birds are mute. Or if they sing, 't is with so dull a cheer, That leaves loo\ pale, dreading the Winter 's near. XCVIII From you have... | |
 | Edith P. Hazen - Literary Criticism - 1992 - 1172 pages
...issue seem'd to me, But hope of Orphans, and un-fathered fruite, For sommer and his pleasures waite 92 cheere. That leaves looke pale, dreading the winter's neere. (1. 9-14) AWP; E1L; EnLoPo; EyDe; GTBS;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - English poetry - 1994 - 212 pages
...after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seemed to me But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,...That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. 98 From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, drest in all his trim, Hath put... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 1995 - 196 pages
...after their lord's decease. Yet this abundant issue seemed to me 10 But hope of orphans, and unfathered fruit, For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,...That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. From you I have been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Poetry - 1995 - 136 pages
...after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seemed to me But hope of orphans and unfathered fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,...That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near. 97 To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems... | |
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