Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 páginas |
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... shall be waited on with jealousy , Fine fweet beginning , but unfavoury end , Ne'er fettled equally to high or low ; That all love's pleasures shall not match his woe . It shall be fickle , falfe , and full of fraud , And fhall be ...
... shall be waited on with jealousy , Fine fweet beginning , but unfavoury end , Ne'er fettled equally to high or low ; That all love's pleasures shall not match his woe . It shall be fickle , falfe , and full of fraud , And fhall be ...
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... shall my fame be bred ; For in my death I murder shameful scorn , My shame so dead , my honour is new born . Dear ... shall Thou dead , that dies , and both shall victors be . G4 conquer thee ; This L This plot of death , when fadly fhe ...
... shall my fame be bred ; For in my death I murder shameful scorn , My shame so dead , my honour is new born . Dear ... shall Thou dead , that dies , and both shall victors be . G4 conquer thee ; This L This plot of death , when fadly fhe ...
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... Shall you pace forth ; your praise shall still find room , Even in the eyes of all pofterity , That wear this world out to the ending doom . So till the judgment , that yourself arife , You live in this , and dwell in lovers eyes ...
... Shall you pace forth ; your praise shall still find room , Even in the eyes of all pofterity , That wear this world out to the ending doom . So till the judgment , that yourself arife , You live in this , and dwell in lovers eyes ...
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