Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 páginas |
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... tell - tale day ; The light fhall fhew , character'd in my brow . The ftory of fweet chastity's decay , The impious breach of holy wedlock's vow . Yea , the illiterate , that know not how To cypher what is writ in learned books , Will ...
... tell - tale day ; The light fhall fhew , character'd in my brow . The ftory of fweet chastity's decay , The impious breach of holy wedlock's vow . Yea , the illiterate , that know not how To cypher what is writ in learned books , Will ...
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... tell thy grief , that we may give redrefs . Three times with fighs fhe gives her forrow fire , Ere once she can discharge one word of woe : At length addrefs'd , to answer his defire , She modeftly prepares , to let them know Her honour ...
... tell thy grief , that we may give redrefs . Three times with fighs fhe gives her forrow fire , Ere once she can discharge one word of woe : At length addrefs'd , to answer his defire , She modeftly prepares , to let them know Her honour ...
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... Tell me thou lov'it eliewhere ; but in my fight , Dear heart , forbear to glance thine eye afide ; What need'st thou wound with cunning , when thy might Is more than my o'er - preft defence can bide ? Let me excufe thee ; ah ! my love ...
... Tell me thou lov'it eliewhere ; but in my fight , Dear heart , forbear to glance thine eye afide ; What need'st thou wound with cunning , when thy might Is more than my o'er - preft defence can bide ? Let me excufe thee ; ah ! my love ...
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