Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 стор. |
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... behold the day : She For day ( quoth fhe ) night - scapes doth open lay ; And my true eyes have never practis'd how To cloke offences with a cunning brow . They think not but that every eye can fee The fame difgrace which they ...
... behold the day : She For day ( quoth fhe ) night - scapes doth open lay ; And my true eyes have never practis'd how To cloke offences with a cunning brow . They think not but that every eye can fee The fame difgrace which they ...
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... behold ! The face of either cypher'd either's heart ; Their face , their manners moft expressly told . In Ajax ' eyes blunt rage and rigour roll'd ; But the mild glance that the Ulyffes lent , Shew'd deep regard and fmiling government ...
... behold ! The face of either cypher'd either's heart ; Their face , their manners moft expressly told . In Ajax ' eyes blunt rage and rigour roll'd ; But the mild glance that the Ulyffes lent , Shew'd deep regard and fmiling government ...
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... behold , I lean'd me on a tree . Believe me , for I speak but what is true , Down from the fky , with feather'd pinions , flew The nephew to great Atlas , and doth stand , With golden Caduceus in his hand . This , as the gods to me ...
... behold , I lean'd me on a tree . Believe me , for I speak but what is true , Down from the fky , with feather'd pinions , flew The nephew to great Atlas , and doth stand , With golden Caduceus in his hand . This , as the gods to me ...
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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