Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 páginas |
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... praise too much * ; ' Tis true , and all men's fuffrage - but thefe ways Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise ; For feelieft ignorance on these may light , Which , when it founds at beft , but echoes right ; Or blind affection ...
... praise too much * ; ' Tis true , and all men's fuffrage - but thefe ways Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise ; For feelieft ignorance on these may light , Which , when it founds at beft , but echoes right ; Or blind affection ...
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... praise to give * . That I not mix thee fo , my brain excuses ; I mean , with great but difproportion'd mufes ; For , if I thought my judgment were of years , 1 fhould commit thee furely with thy peers ; And tell - how far thou didst our ...
... praise to give * . That I not mix thee fo , my brain excuses ; I mean , with great but difproportion'd mufes ; For , if I thought my judgment were of years , 1 fhould commit thee furely with thy peers ; And tell - how far thou didst our ...
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... praise . Amazement . My love is ftrength'ned tho ' more weak in seeming ; I love not lefs , tho ' lefs the fhow appear : That love is merchandiz'd , whofe rich efteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where . Our love was new ...
... praise . Amazement . My love is ftrength'ned tho ' more weak in seeming ; I love not lefs , tho ' lefs the fhow appear : That love is merchandiz'd , whofe rich efteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where . Our love was new ...
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