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" Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch,... "
Biographia Literaria: Or, Biographical Sketches of My Literary Life and Opinions - ˹éÒ 27
â´Â Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1834 - 351 ˹éÒ
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Poems on Several Occasions: By Shakespeare

William Shakespeare - 1760 - 266 ˹éÒ
...wherein they grew?' Was it his fpirit, by fpirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that ftruck mr, dead ? No, neither he nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verfe aftoniihed. He nor that affable familiar gholl, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As...
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Poems Written by Mr. William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare - 1775 - 290 ˹éÒ
...wherein they grew ? Was it his fpirit, by fpirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that ftruck me dead ? No, neither he nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verfe aftonifhed. He nor that affable familiar ghoft, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes ..., àÅèÁ·Õè 10

William Shakespeare - 1790 - 752 ˹éÒ
...wherein they grew * ? Was it his fpirit, by fpirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that ftruck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verfe allonifhed. He, nor that affable familiar ghoft, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence *;,...
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The poems of William Shakspeare, with mr. Capell's History of ..., àÅèÁ·Õè 18

William Shakespeare - 1798 - 306 ˹éÒ
...wherein they grew ? Was it his fpirit, by fpirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that ftruck me dead ? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verfe aftonifhed. He, nor that affable familiar ghoft Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As...
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Poems, with illustrative remarks [ed. by W.C. Oulton]. To which ..., àÅèÁ·Õè 2

William Shakespeare - 1804 - 268 ˹éÒ
...That did my ripe thoughts in my brain rehearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a...night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He nor that%ffable familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot...
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The Poems of William Shakespeare: Comprehending Venus and Adonis, Tarquin ...

William Shakespeare - 1808 - 224 ˹éÒ
...That did my ripe thoughts in my brain rehearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ' Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a...astonished. He, nor that .affable familiar ghost, M VOL. ix. Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot boast ; I was...
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The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, àÅèÁ·Õè 5

Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 746 ˹éÒ
...That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a...But when your countenance fill'd up his line, Then lack'd I matter ; that enfeebled mine. SONNET LXXXVII. FAREWELL ! thou art too dear for my possessing,...
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The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including ..., àÅèÁ·Õè 5

Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 ˹éÒ
...That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead ? Xo, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable...
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The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, àÅèÁ·Õè 9

William Shakespeare - 1812 - 372 ˹éÒ
...That did my ripe thoughts in my brain rehearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew ! Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a...verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost, M VOL. ix. • 134 I'OKMS ON Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence cannot...
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The Works of William Shakespeare, àÅèÁ·Õè 9

William Shakespeare - 1812 - 380 ˹éÒ
...spirits taught to write [ol Read fil'd ie polished. ANON. [i] For Rehearse, read inherse. STEEVENS. Above a mortal pitch that struck me dead ? No, neither...night, Giving him aid, my verse astonished. • He, nor tliat affable familiar ghost, Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors, of my silence...
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