| 1995 - 577 páginas
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| Cedric Clive Brown - 1995 - 240 páginas
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| A. Leigh DeNeef, Craufurd D. Goodwin, Craufurd D. W. Goodwin - 1995 - 364 páginas
...hath time the subtle thief of youth, Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hasting dayes fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th — one should also remember his more famous line from another sonnet, "They also serve who only stand... | |
| Masson - 1995 - 228 páginas
...beauty's summer dead. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Sonnet on his Being Arrived at the Age of Twenty-Three How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twenti'th year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom... | |
| Kevin Baldeosingh - 1996 - 204 páginas
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| William Riley Parker - 1996 - 708 páginas
...enclosed it in the letter.16 A birthday had made him uncomfortably aware of the passage of time: How soon hath time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three and twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom... | |
| Alfred Corn - 1997 - 168 páginas
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| Robert F. Gleckner - 1997 - 256 páginas
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| Annabel Patterson - 1997 - 344 páginas
...Time the suttle theef of youth, Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth yeer! My hasting dayes flie on with full career, But my late spring no bud or...semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arriv'd so near, And inward ripenes doth much less appear, That som more timely-happy spirits indu'th.... | |
| John Spencer Hill - 1997 - 224 páginas
...directed kairos: How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stol'n on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom show'th. Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arriv'd so near, And inward... | |
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