Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 páginas |
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... weep like the dewy night . A pretty while these pretty creatures stand , Like ivory conduits coral cifterns filling ; One juftly weeps , the other takes in hand No caufe , but company of her drops fpilling : Their gentle fex to weep are ...
... weep like the dewy night . A pretty while these pretty creatures stand , Like ivory conduits coral cifterns filling ; One juftly weeps , the other takes in hand No caufe , but company of her drops fpilling : Their gentle fex to weep are ...
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... weep , and groan . So woe hath wearied woe , moan tired moan , That the her plaints a little while doth stay ... weeping tear , Shed for the flaughter'd husband by the wife .. The red blood reek'd to fhew the painter's ftrife . And dying ...
... weep , and groan . So woe hath wearied woe , moan tired moan , That the her plaints a little while doth stay ... weeping tear , Shed for the flaughter'd husband by the wife .. The red blood reek'd to fhew the painter's ftrife . And dying ...
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... weep moft for daughter , or for wife . " one doth call her his , the other his ; i et neither may poffefs the claim ... weeps for her , for fhe was only mine , And only must be wail'd by Colatine . O ! quoth Lucretius , I did give that ...
... weep moft for daughter , or for wife . " one doth call her his , the other his ; i et neither may poffefs the claim ... weeps for her , for fhe was only mine , And only must be wail'd by Colatine . O ! quoth Lucretius , I did give that ...
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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