The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare, Volumul 15F.M. Lupton Publishing Company, 1899 |
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Pagina 38
... quoth he : Leave me , and then the story aptly ends : The night is spent .'- ' Why , what of that ? ' quoth • she.- · I am , ' quoth he , expected of my friends ; And now ' tis dark and going I shall fall . ' In night , ' quoth she ...
... quoth he : Leave me , and then the story aptly ends : The night is spent .'- ' Why , what of that ? ' quoth • she.- · I am , ' quoth he , expected of my friends ; And now ' tis dark and going I shall fall . ' In night , ' quoth she ...
Pagina 141
... quoth Lucretius , ' I did give that life , Which she too early and too late1 hath spill'd . ' ' Woe , woe ! ' quoth Collatine ; she was my wif I owed her , and ' tis mine that she hath kill'd . ' ' My daughter ! ' and ' My wife ! ' with ...
... quoth Lucretius , ' I did give that life , Which she too early and too late1 hath spill'd . ' ' Woe , woe ! ' quoth Collatine ; she was my wif I owed her , and ' tis mine that she hath kill'd . ' ' My daughter ! ' and ' My wife ! ' with ...
Pagina 265
... quoth she , ' did I see a fair , sweet youth Here in these brakes deep - wounded with a boar Deep in the thigh , a spectacle of ruth ! See in my thigh , ' quoth she , ' here was the sore . ' She showed hers : he saw more wounds than one ...
... quoth she , ' did I see a fair , sweet youth Here in these brakes deep - wounded with a boar Deep in the thigh , a spectacle of ruth ! See in my thigh , ' quoth she , ' here was the sore . ' She showed hers : he saw more wounds than one ...
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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