Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 páginas |
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... dead , and never did he bless My mouth with his ; the more am I accurs'd . With this the falleth in the place she ... dead , the day fhould yet be light . Since thou art dead , lo ! here I prophesy Since 36 VENUS AND ADONIS .
... dead , and never did he bless My mouth with his ; the more am I accurs'd . With this the falleth in the place she ... dead , the day fhould yet be light . Since thou art dead , lo ! here I prophesy Since 36 VENUS AND ADONIS .
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... dead arms do I mean to place him , Swearing I flew him , feeing thee embrace him . So thy furviving husband fhall remain The fcornful mark of every open eye ; Thy kinfmen hang their heads at this difdain , Thy iffue blurr'd with ...
... dead arms do I mean to place him , Swearing I flew him , feeing thee embrace him . So thy furviving husband fhall remain The fcornful mark of every open eye ; Thy kinfmen hang their heads at this difdain , Thy iffue blurr'd with ...
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... dead . So of shame's ashes shall my fame be bred ; For in my death I murder shameful scorn , My shame so dead , my honour is new born . Dear lord of that dear jewel I have loft , What legacy fhall I bequeath to thee ? My refolution ...
... dead . So of shame's ashes shall my fame be bred ; For in my death I murder shameful scorn , My shame so dead , my honour is new born . Dear lord of that dear jewel I have loft , What legacy fhall I bequeath to thee ? My refolution ...
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