Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 páginas |
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... ( quoth he ) Leave me , and then the ftory aptly ends : The night is fpent . Why what of that ? ( quoth fhe ) I am ( quoth he ) expected of my friends : And now ' tis dark , and going I fhall fall . In night ( quoth fhe ) defire fees best ...
... ( quoth he ) Leave me , and then the ftory aptly ends : The night is fpent . Why what of that ? ( quoth fhe ) I am ( quoth he ) expected of my friends : And now ' tis dark , and going I fhall fall . In night ( quoth fhe ) defire fees best ...
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... quoth fhe , fhall fit the trefpafs beft , Where no excufe can give the fault amending ; In me more woes than words are now depending : And my laments would be drawn out too long , To tell them all with one poor tired tongue . Then be ...
... quoth fhe , fhall fit the trefpafs beft , Where no excufe can give the fault amending ; In me more woes than words are now depending : And my laments would be drawn out too long , To tell them all with one poor tired tongue . Then be ...
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... ( quoth fhe ) the warlike god embrac'd me , And then the clipt Adonis in her arms : Even thus ( quoth fhe ) the warlike god unlac'd me , As if the boy fhould ufe like loving charms . Even thus ( quoth fhe ) he feized on my lips , And with ...
... ( quoth fhe ) the warlike god embrac'd me , And then the clipt Adonis in her arms : Even thus ( quoth fhe ) the warlike god unlac'd me , As if the boy fhould ufe like loving charms . Even thus ( quoth fhe ) he feized on my lips , And with ...
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