Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 páginas |
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... gentle offer : Then fell fhe on her back , fair queen , and toward , He rose , and ran away . Ah , fool too froward ! A Confiant Vow . If love make me forfworn , how fhall I fwear to love ? Oh ! never faith could hold , if not to beauty ...
... gentle offer : Then fell fhe on her back , fair queen , and toward , He rose , and ran away . Ah , fool too froward ! A Confiant Vow . If love make me forfworn , how fhall I fwear to love ? Oh ! never faith could hold , if not to beauty ...
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... gentle thief , Altho ' thou fteal thee all my poverty : And yet love knows it is a greater grief To bear love's wrong , than hate's known injury . Lafcivious grace , in whom all ill well shows , Kill me with spite , yet we must not be ...
... gentle thief , Altho ' thou fteal thee all my poverty : And yet love knows it is a greater grief To bear love's wrong , than hate's known injury . Lafcivious grace , in whom all ill well shows , Kill me with spite , yet we must not be ...
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... gentle doom , And taught it thus a - new to greet : I hate , the alter'd with an end That follw'd it , as gentle day Doth follow night , who like a fiend From heaven to hell is flown away . I hate , from hate away fhe threw , And fav'd ...
... gentle doom , And taught it thus a - new to greet : I hate , the alter'd with an end That follw'd it , as gentle day Doth follow night , who like a fiend From heaven to hell is flown away . I hate , from hate away fhe threw , And fav'd ...
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