Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 páginas |
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... See in my thigh ( quoth fhe ) here was the fore : She fhewed hers , he saw more wounds than one , And blushing fled , and left her all alone . A Congratulation . How can my muse want subject to invent , While thou doft breathe , that ...
... See in my thigh ( quoth fhe ) here was the fore : She fhewed hers , he saw more wounds than one , And blushing fled , and left her all alone . A Congratulation . How can my muse want subject to invent , While thou doft breathe , that ...
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... see , know not the heart . Happiness in Content . Let those who are in favour with their stars , Of public honour and proud titles boaft : Whilft I , whom fortune of fuch triumph bars , Unlook'd - for joy in that I honour most . Great ...
... see , know not the heart . Happiness in Content . Let those who are in favour with their stars , Of public honour and proud titles boaft : Whilft I , whom fortune of fuch triumph bars , Unlook'd - for joy in that I honour most . Great ...
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... petty nations my fhips feeks , Nor land I as a fpy among the Greeks . What need we ? See , of all things we have ftore ! Compar'd with Troy , alas ! your Greece is poor . For thee I come , thy fame hath thus far SEVERAL OCCASIONS . 189.
... petty nations my fhips feeks , Nor land I as a fpy among the Greeks . What need we ? See , of all things we have ftore ! Compar'd with Troy , alas ! your Greece is poor . For thee I come , thy fame hath thus far SEVERAL OCCASIONS . 189.
Palavras e frases frequentes
Adonis againſt beauty Becauſe beft behold blood breaſt breath cheeks Colatine dead dear death defire doft doth excufe eyes face faid fair falfe fame fear feek feem feen fhadow fhall fhame fhew fhould fighs fight filly fince fing fire firſt flain fleep fome forrow foul fpring ftand ftill ftrong fuch fweet grace grief hath heart heaven herſelf himſelf honour huſband kifs laft lefs lips live looks love's Lucrece luft Menelaus moft moſt mufe muft muſt myſelf never night paffion pleaſe pleaſure poor praife praiſe prefent Priam quoth fhe reafon ſay Shakespeare ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhow ſkill ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtay ſtill ſweet Tarquin tears thee thefe themſelves theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou art thought thouſand thro thyfelf tongue treaſure true unto uſe weep Whilft whofe Whoſe wife wound yourſelf youth