Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 páginas |
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... hate - breeding fpy , This canker that eats up love's tender fpring , This carry - tale , diffentious jealousy , That fometime true news , fometime falfe doth bring ; Knocks at my heart , and whispers in mine ear , That if I lov'd thee ...
... hate - breeding fpy , This canker that eats up love's tender fpring , This carry - tale , diffentious jealousy , That fometime true news , fometime falfe doth bring ; Knocks at my heart , and whispers in mine ear , That if I lov'd thee ...
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... hate . Then hate me when thou wilt ; if ever , 144 POEMS ON A Request to his fcornful Love Page.
... hate . Then hate me when thou wilt ; if ever , 144 POEMS ON A Request to his fcornful Love Page.
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... 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 my life , faying , not you . A Confideration of Death ...
... 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 my life , faying , not you . A Confideration of Death ...
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