Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 páginas |
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... Look how a bird 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 ...
... Look how a bird 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 ...
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... Look when a painter wou'd furpass the life , In limning - out a well - proportion'd steed , His art , with nature's workmanship at ftrife , As if the dead the living fhould exceed : So did his horfe excel a common one ,. In fhape , in ...
... Look when a painter wou'd furpass the life , In limning - out a well - proportion'd steed , His art , with nature's workmanship at ftrife , As if the dead the living fhould exceed : So did his horfe excel a common one ,. In fhape , in ...
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... Look , look how lift'ning Priam wets his eyes , To fee thofe borrow'd tears that Sinon fheds ! Priam , why art thou old , and yet not wife ? For every tear he falls , a Trojan bleeds : His eyes drop fire , no water thence proceeds ...
... Look , look how lift'ning Priam wets his eyes , To fee thofe borrow'd tears that Sinon fheds ! Priam , why art thou old , and yet not wife ? For every tear he falls , a Trojan bleeds : His eyes drop fire , no water thence proceeds ...
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