The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare, Volumul 15F.M. Lupton Publishing Company, 1899 |
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Pagina 97
... behold the day : " For day , ' quoth she , ' night's scapes doth oper lay ; And my true eyes have never practised how To cloak offences with a cunning brow . They think not but that every eye can see The same disgrace which they ...
... behold the day : " For day , ' quoth she , ' night's scapes doth oper lay ; And my true eyes have never practised how To cloak offences with a cunning brow . They think not but that every eye can see The same disgrace which they ...
Pagina 124
... behold , triumphing in their faces ; In youth , quick bearing and dexterity ; And here and there the painter interlaces Pale cowards , marching on with trembling paces , Which heartless peasants did so well resemble , That one would ...
... behold , triumphing in their faces ; In youth , quick bearing and dexterity ; And here and there the painter interlaces Pale cowards , marching on with trembling paces , Which heartless peasants did so well resemble , That one would ...
Pagina 136
... behold his haste . Yet in the eddy boundeth in his pride Back to the strait that forced him on so fast ; In rage sent out , recall'd in rage , being past : Even so his sighs , his sorrows , make a saw , To push grief on , and back the ...
... behold his haste . Yet in the eddy boundeth in his pride Back to the strait that forced him on so fast ; In rage sent out , recall'd in rage , being past : Even so his sighs , his sorrows , make a saw , To push grief on , and back the ...
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Adonis bear beauteous beauty's behold blood blushing boar breast breath brow cheeks Collatine dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth face fair fair lords falchion false fault fear fire flower forsworn foul gainst gentle give grace grief groans hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honor kiss leave lend light lips live looks love's love's fire Love's Labor's Lost LOVER'S COMPLAINT Lucrece lust mayst mind Muse ne'er never night numbers o'er pale PASSIONATE PILGRIM pity poison'd poor praise Priam pride proud quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE seem'd shadow shame sighs sight Sonnet sorrow soul swear Tarquin tears thee thence thine eyes thing thou art thou dost thou shalt thou wilt thought thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth unto VENUS AND ADONIS weary weep wherein wind words wound youth