NettetLike as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked elipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. NettetLike as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned, Crookèd eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Shakespeare
NettetReverso Context oferă traducere în context din engleză în română pentru "towards the pebbled shore", cu exemple: "Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, so do our minutes hasten to their end." Traducere Context Corector Sinonime Conjugare. NettetMemorize the poem, Sonnet 60 by William Shakespeare. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown’d, Crooked eclipses ‘gainst his ... electrobob\\u0027s wizardry spells
Sonnet #60 and the Figures of Speech - Shakespeare Sonnets
Nettet"Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore / So do our minutes hasten to their end;" Like waves moving toward the pebbled shore, the minutes of our lives are ticking down, "Each changing place with that which goes before / In sequent toil all forwards do contend." Each minute (or wave) replacing the previous one, in a continuous forward ... http://www.famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/william_shakespeare/poems/1455 NettetAnd delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand. Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.”. ― William Shakespeare, The Sonnets and Narrative Poems. tags: death , poetry , time , toil. electrobob\u0027s wizardry wands