 And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.  Notes and Queries - Pàgina 291907Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 306 pàgines
...tell ; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guefs one angel in another's hell. Yet this mall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. CXLV, Thofe lips that Love's own hand did make, Breath'd forth the found that faid,... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1810 - 728 pàgines
...not directly tell; Bat being both from me, both to each friend, I foot one angel in another's Hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel lire my good one out. SONNET CXLV. Tutsi lips that Love's own hand did make, Breath'd forth the sound... | |
 | Augustine Skottowe - 1824 - 708 pàgines
...directly tell ; And being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell : Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out." A breach nevertheless ensued between the bard and his better angel. But the pangs... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 216 pàgines
...not direetly tell ; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one oat. CXLV. Those lips that Love's own hand did make, Breathed forth the sound that said,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 pàgines
...not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. CXLV. Those lips that Love's own hand did make, Breath'd forth the sound that said,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1836 - 390 pàgines
...direetly tell ; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guesse one angell in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. THOSE pretty wrongs that libertie commits, When I am sometime absent from thy heart,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1836 - 336 pàgines
...direetly tell ; But bcing both from me, both to each friend, I guesse one angell in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. THOSE pretty wrongs that libertie commits, When I am sometime absent from thy heart,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 338 pàgines
...not directly tell ; But being both from me, both to each friend, 1 guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know ; but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. CXLV. Those lips that Love's own hand did make, Breathed forth the sound that said,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 pàgines
...directly tell ; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell : Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. CXLV. Those lips that Love's own hand did make7, Breath'd forth the sound that said,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 596 pàgines
...directly tell ; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell : Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. CXLV. Those lips that Love's own hand did make7, Breath'd forth the sound that said,... | |
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