The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare, Volumul 15F.M. Lupton Publishing Company, 1899 |
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Pagina 55
... thought to kiss him , and hath kill'd him so . " Tis true , ' tis true ; thus was Adonis slain : He ran upon the boar with his sharp spear , Who did not whet his teeth at him again , But by a kiss thought to persuade him there ; And ...
... thought to kiss him , and hath kill'd him so . " Tis true , ' tis true ; thus was Adonis slain : He ran upon the boar with his sharp spear , Who did not whet his teeth at him again , But by a kiss thought to persuade him there ; And ...
Pagina 122
... thought he blush'd to see her shame ; When , silly groom ! God wot , it was defect Of spirit , life , and bold audacity . Such harmless creatures have a true respect To talk in deeds , while others saucily Promise more speed , but do it ...
... thought he blush'd to see her shame ; When , silly groom ! God wot , it was defect Of spirit , life , and bold audacity . Such harmless creatures have a true respect To talk in deeds , while others saucily Promise more speed , but do it ...
Pagina 174
... thought can jump both sea and land , As soon as think the place where he would be . But , ah ! thought kills me , that I am not thought , To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gons , But that , so much of earth and water wrought ...
... thought can jump both sea and land , As soon as think the place where he would be . But , ah ! thought kills me , that I am not thought , To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gons , But that , so much of earth and water wrought ...
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