The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare, Volumul 15F.M. Lupton Publishing Company, 1899 |
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Pagina 23
... gone , And ' tis your fault I am bereft him so : I pray you , hence , and leave me here alone : For all my mind , my thought , my busy care , Is how to get my palfrey from the mare . ' Thus she replies : - Thy palfrey , as he should ...
... gone , And ' tis your fault I am bereft him so : I pray you , hence , and leave me here alone : For all my mind , my thought , my busy care , Is how to get my palfrey from the mare . ' Thus she replies : - Thy palfrey , as he should ...
Pagina 191
... gone . LXXII . O , lest the world should task you to recite What merit lived in me , that you should love After my death , -dear love , forget me quite , For you in me can nothing worthy prove ; Unless you would devise some virtuous lie ...
... gone . LXXII . O , lest the world should task you to recite What merit lived in me , that you should love After my death , -dear love , forget me quite , For you in me can nothing worthy prove ; Unless you would devise some virtuous lie ...
Pagina 196
... gone , to all the world must die : The earth can yield me but a common grave , When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie . Malone conjectures that Spenser is here meant . Your monument shall be my gentle verse , Which eyes 196 SONNETS.
... gone , to all the world must die : The earth can yield me but a common grave , When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie . Malone conjectures that Spenser is here meant . Your monument shall be my gentle verse , Which eyes 196 SONNETS.
Termeni și expresii frecvente
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