Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 páginas |
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... thing here refpecting his merit as a Dramatift , more than to fay , that as he never has been , fo proba- bly he never will be , equaled in that view : but as it is common for authors to excel in one cafe , and fall very fhort in others ...
... thing here refpecting his merit as a Dramatift , more than to fay , that as he never has been , fo proba- bly he never will be , equaled in that view : but as it is common for authors to excel in one cafe , and fall very fhort in others ...
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... thing he fought : So from himself impiety hath wrought , That for his prey to pray he doth begin , As if the heavens fhould countenance his fn . But in the midst of his unfruitful prayer , Having folicited th ' Eternal Power , That his ...
... thing he fought : So from himself impiety hath wrought , That for his prey to pray he doth begin , As if the heavens fhould countenance his fn . But in the midst of his unfruitful prayer , Having folicited th ' Eternal Power , That his ...
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... things past , I figh the lack of many a thing I fought , And with old woes new wail my dear time's wafte . Then can I drown an eye ( unus'd to flow ) For precious friends hid in death's dateless night , And weep afresh love's long fince ...
... things past , I figh the lack of many a thing I fought , And with old woes new wail my dear time's wafte . Then can I drown an eye ( unus'd to flow ) For precious friends hid in death's dateless night , And weep afresh love's long fince ...
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