Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 páginas |
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... these confiderations I am " verily perfuaded that the greatest and grossest part of what are thought errors would vanish , 66 and leave his poetical character in a light very " different from that difadvantageous one in " which it now ...
... these confiderations I am " verily perfuaded that the greatest and grossest part of what are thought errors would vanish , 66 and leave his poetical character in a light very " different from that difadvantageous one in " which it now ...
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... these are my vain and forg'd inventions ; Or that I only hand to hand can fight , My arrows when I please fhall touch the white ; I am expert i'th ' quarry and the bow , You cannot boast your heartless husband fo . Had you the power in ...
... these are my vain and forg'd inventions ; Or that I only hand to hand can fight , My arrows when I please fhall touch the white ; I am expert i'th ' quarry and the bow , You cannot boast your heartless husband fo . Had you the power in ...
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... these sports left I fhould miss my way . The fear ( no doubt ) is greater than the blame , I stand confounded , and amaz'd with shame ; And with the very thought of what you seek , Think every eye fix'd on my guilty cheek . Nor are these ...
... these sports left I fhould miss my way . The fear ( no doubt ) is greater than the blame , I stand confounded , and amaz'd with shame ; And with the very thought of what you seek , Think every eye fix'd on my guilty cheek . Nor are these ...
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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