Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 páginas |
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... lies tangled in a net , So fasten'd in her arms Adonis lies : Pure fhame and aw'd refiftance made him fret ; Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes . Rain added to a river that is rank , Perforce will force it overflow the bank ...
... lies tangled in a net , So fasten'd in her arms Adonis lies : Pure fhame and aw'd refiftance made him fret ; Which bred more beauty in his angry eyes . Rain added to a river that is rank , Perforce will force it overflow the bank ...
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... lies , Do tell her fhe is dreadfully befet , And fright her with confufion of their cries , She much amaz'd breaks ope her lock'd - up eyes ; Who peeping forth , this tumult to behold , Are by his flaming torch dim'd and controul'd ...
... lies , Do tell her fhe is dreadfully befet , And fright her with confufion of their cries , She much amaz'd breaks ope her lock'd - up eyes ; Who peeping forth , this tumult to behold , Are by his flaming torch dim'd and controul'd ...
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... lies , Which in my bofom's fhop is hanging ftill , That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes . Now fee what good turns eyes for eyes have done ; Mine eyes have drawn thy shape , and thine for me Are windows to my breaft , where thro ...
... lies , Which in my bofom's fhop is hanging ftill , That hath his windows glazed with thine eyes . Now fee what good turns eyes for eyes have done ; Mine eyes have drawn thy shape , and thine for me Are windows to my breaft , where thro ...
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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