Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 стор. |
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... prefent forrow feemeth chief . But none is beft , then join they all together , Like many clouds confulting for foul weather . By this , far off , fhe hears fome huntfman hollow : A nurfe's fong ne'er pleas'd her babe fo well . The dire ...
... prefent forrow feemeth chief . But none is beft , then join they all together , Like many clouds confulting for foul weather . By this , far off , fhe hears fome huntfman hollow : A nurfe's fong ne'er pleas'd her babe fo well . The dire ...
Сторінка 165
... prefent moan ? What merit do I in myself refpect , That is fo proud thy fervice to defpife ; When all my best doth worship thy defect , Commanded by the motion of thine eyes ? But love , hate on ; for now I know thy mind , Those that ...
... prefent moan ? What merit do I in myself refpect , That is fo proud thy fervice to defpife ; When all my best doth worship thy defect , Commanded by the motion of thine eyes ? But love , hate on ; for now I know thy mind , Those that ...
Сторінка 209
... prefent ftate . Then ceafe , fair prince , an idle fuit to move , Seek not to harm her whom you feem to love . In my contented state let me be guided , As both my states and fortunes have provided ; Nor in fo vain a queft your fpirits ...
... prefent ftate . Then ceafe , fair prince , an idle fuit to move , Seek not to harm her whom you feem to love . In my contented state let me be guided , As both my states and fortunes have provided ; Nor in fo vain a queft your fpirits ...
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