Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 páginas |
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Página 35
... wind will ever ftrive to kiss you : Having no fair to lofe , you need not fear ; The fun doth fcorn you , and the wind doth hifs you . But when Adonis liv'd , fun and fharp air Lurk'd like two thieves , to rob him of his fair . And ...
... wind will ever ftrive to kiss you : Having no fair to lofe , you need not fear ; The fun doth fcorn you , and the wind doth hifs you . But when Adonis liv'd , fun and fharp air Lurk'd like two thieves , to rob him of his fair . And ...
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... wind wars with his torch to make him ftay , And blows the finoke of it into his face , Extinguishing his conduct in this cafe . But his hot heart , which fond defire doth scorch , Puffs forth another wind that fires the torch . And ...
... wind wars with his torch to make him ftay , And blows the finoke of it into his face , Extinguishing his conduct in this cafe . But his hot heart , which fond defire doth scorch , Puffs forth another wind that fires the torch . And ...
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... wind blows fair , he's gone . Witnefs Hypfipile , alike betray'd ; Witness with her the bright Mynayan maid : Nay then yourself , as you yourself have spoken . To fair Oenone have your promife broken . Since I beheld your face first ...
... wind blows fair , he's gone . Witnefs Hypfipile , alike betray'd ; Witness with her the bright Mynayan maid : Nay then yourself , as you yourself have spoken . To fair Oenone have your promife broken . Since I beheld your face first ...
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