Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 páginas |
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... cold ftone sparks of fire do fly , Whereat a waxen torch forthwith he lighteth , Which must be load - ftar to his luftful eye : And to the flame thus fpeaks advisedly ; As from this cold flint I enforc'd this fire , • So Lucrece muft I ...
... cold ftone sparks of fire do fly , Whereat a waxen torch forthwith he lighteth , Which must be load - ftar to his luftful eye : And to the flame thus fpeaks advisedly ; As from this cold flint I enforc'd this fire , • So Lucrece muft I ...
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... cold , And in that cold hot - burning fire doth dwell ; Thefe contraries fuch unity do hold , Only to flatter fools , and make them bold : So Priam's truft falfe Sinon's tears doth flatter , That he finds means to burn his Troy with ...
... cold , And in that cold hot - burning fire doth dwell ; Thefe contraries fuch unity do hold , Only to flatter fools , and make them bold : So Priam's truft falfe Sinon's tears doth flatter , That he finds means to burn his Troy with ...
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... cold , that is not warmed here ? Oh , cleft effect ! cold modefty , hot wrath ! Both fire from hence , and chill extincture hath . For lo ! his paffion but an art of craft . Even there refolv'd my reason into tears ; ' There my white ...
... cold , that is not warmed here ? Oh , cleft effect ! cold modefty , hot wrath ! Both fire from hence , and chill extincture hath . For lo ! his paffion but an art of craft . Even there refolv'd my reason into tears ; ' There my white ...
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