 | Frances Mayes - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2001 - 548 pages
...But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak,...mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. ' damasked: variegated. SPECIAL... | |
 | Paula M. Block, Dean Wesley Smith - Fiction - 2001 - 324 pages
...But no such roses see I in her cheeks, And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak,...mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. In a way, Uhura thought, as... | |
 | Nikki Moustaki - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2001 - 376 pages
...But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak,...mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare, As any she belied with false compare. — William Shakespeare Shakespeare... | |
 | Luís André Nepomuceno - Arcadia in literature - 2002 - 320 pages
...But no such roses see l in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak...mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare! (Sonnets, 130). Deve-se ressaltar... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Quotations, English - 2002 - 244 pages
...But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak,...mistress when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. Sonnet 130 Beshrew me, but... | |
 | Rob Pope - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2002 - 446 pages
...mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; 10 I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when...love as rare As any she helied with false compare. William Shakespeare (1564-1616l - successful thearre shareholder, director, actor and playwright -... | |
 | Pauline Beard, Robert Liftig, James S. Malek - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2007 - 370 pages
...But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak,...mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. William Shakespeare QUESTION... | |
 | Simon Brittan - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2003 - 242 pages
...But no such roses see I in her cheeks, And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak,...mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. (Sonnet 130) Convention after... | |
 | Robert E. Belknap - Language Arts & Disciplines - 2004 - 284 pages
...But no such roses see I in her cheeks, And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak,...mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. In its listing of attributes,... | |
 | Paula Marantz Cohen - Fiction - 2004 - 289 pages
...But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak,...mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. "So," he said, looking expectantly... | |
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Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there... 
