The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare, Volumul 15F.M. Lupton Publishing Company, 1899 |
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Pagina 127
... wrong . To give her so much grief , and not a tongue . ' Poor instrument , ' quoth she , ' without a sound , I'll tune thy woes with my lamenting tongue ; And drop sweet balm in Priam's painted wound ; And rail on Pyrrhus that hath done ...
... wrong . To give her so much grief , and not a tongue . ' Poor instrument , ' quoth she , ' without a sound , I'll tune thy woes with my lamenting tongue ; And drop sweet balm in Priam's painted wound ; And rail on Pyrrhus that hath done ...
Pagina 201
... wrong . LXXXIX . Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault , And I will comment upon that offence : Speak of my lameness , and I straight will halt : Against thy reasons making no defence . Thou canst not , love , disgrace me Lalf ...
... wrong . LXXXIX . Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault , And I will comment upon that offence : Speak of my lameness , and I straight will halt : Against thy reasons making no defence . Thou canst not , love , disgrace me Lalf ...
Pagina 215
... wrong . * In so profound abysm I throw all care Of others ' voices , that my adder's sense To critic and to flatterer stopped are . Mark how with my neglect I do dispense : - You are so strongly in my purpose bred , That all the world ...
... wrong . * In so profound abysm I throw all care Of others ' voices , that my adder's sense To critic and to flatterer stopped are . Mark how with my neglect I do dispense : - You are so strongly in my purpose bred , That all the world ...
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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