Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 páginas |
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... delight is paft , my horfe is gone , And ' tis your fault , I am bereft him fo : I pray you hence , and leave me here alone ; For all my mind , my thought , my bufy care , Is how to get my palfrey from the mare . Thus fhe replies : Thy ...
... delight is paft , my horfe is gone , And ' tis your fault , I am bereft him fo : I pray you hence , and leave me here alone ; For all my mind , my thought , my bufy care , Is how to get my palfrey from the mare . Thus fhe replies : Thy ...
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... delight . I may not evermore acknowledge thee , Left my bewailed guilt should do thee shame , Nor thou with public kindness honour me , Unless thou take that honour from thy name , But do not fo , I love thee in fuch fort , As thou ...
... delight . I may not evermore acknowledge thee , Left my bewailed guilt should do thee shame , Nor thou with public kindness honour me , Unless thou take that honour from thy name , But do not fo , I love thee in fuch fort , As thou ...
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... delight each May morning . If thefe delights thy mind may move , Then live with me and be my love . The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd . If that the world and love were young , And truth in every fhephed's tongue ; Thefe pretty pleafures ...
... delight each May morning . If thefe delights thy mind may move , Then live with me and be my love . The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd . If that the world and love were young , And truth in every fhephed's tongue ; Thefe pretty pleafures ...
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