PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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Pagina 6
... Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck at sea ? [ eye Buried some dear friend ? Hath not else his A lioness , with udders all drawn dry , [ watch Lay couching , head on ground , with cat - like A sin prevailing much in youthful men ...
... Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck at sea ? [ eye Buried some dear friend ? Hath not else his A lioness , with udders all drawn dry , [ watch Lay couching , head on ground , with cat - like A sin prevailing much in youthful men ...
Pagina 95
... hath cut those pretty fingers off , That could have better sew'd than Philomel . O , had the monster seen those lily hands Tremble , like aspen leaves , upon a lute , And make the silken strings delight to kiss them ; [ life : He would ...
... hath cut those pretty fingers off , That could have better sew'd than Philomel . O , had the monster seen those lily hands Tremble , like aspen leaves , upon a lute , And make the silken strings delight to kiss them ; [ life : He would ...
Pagina 131
... hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns , and fallows gray , Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains , on whose barren breast The lab'ring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim , with daisies ...
... hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns , and fallows gray , Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains , on whose barren breast The lab'ring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim , with daisies ...
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Ajax Antony arms art thou Banquo bear behold blood breast breath Brutus Cæsar Cassius Cato cheek Cleopatra Comus Coriolanus curse Cymbeline dead dear death Decius deed didst dost doth dreadful dream earth ev'ry eyes fair farewell father fear fire gentle Ghost give gods gold grace grief Hadad hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hell honor Iago Javan king Lady light live look lord lov'd Macb Macbeth Macd Marcian mind moon nature ne'er never night noble nymph o'er Othello Pandarus peace pity Pleb poison'd poor pow'r prince queen Rome seem'd SHAKSPEARE sleep smile soft soul speak spirit stamp'd sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue twas Tybalt unto Vent vex'd virtue weep wind words wretched youth