PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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Pagina 160
... soon after , how more bold and free Her bared bosom she doth broad display ; Lo , see soon after , how she fades and falls away . " So passeth , in the passing of a day , Of mortal life the leaf , the bud , the flower , Nor more doth ...
... soon after , how more bold and free Her bared bosom she doth broad display ; Lo , see soon after , how she fades and falls away . " So passeth , in the passing of a day , Of mortal life the leaf , the bud , the flower , Nor more doth ...
Pagina 238
... soon they more familiar grew ; And then he told his piteous case , 66 MORE than his name were less - ' twould seem to fear [ it here . He , who increased Heaven's fame , could want Yes ; when the sun he lighted up shall fade , And all ...
... soon they more familiar grew ; And then he told his piteous case , 66 MORE than his name were less - ' twould seem to fear [ it here . He , who increased Heaven's fame , could want Yes ; when the sun he lighted up shall fade , And all ...
Pagina 284
... Soon will the sun withdraw his cheerful ray ; Darkling and tir'd we shall the marshes tread , No lay unsung to cheat the tedious way . The wat'ry length of these unjoyous moors Does all the flow'ry meadows ' pride excel ; Through these ...
... Soon will the sun withdraw his cheerful ray ; Darkling and tir'd we shall the marshes tread , No lay unsung to cheat the tedious way . The wat'ry length of these unjoyous moors Does all the flow'ry meadows ' pride excel ; Through these ...
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Ajax arms art thou bear beauty behold blood breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar call'd Cassius cheek Comus Cymbeline dead dear death Decius didst dost doth dread dream earth ev'ry eyes fair father fear fire flow'rs gentle give gods gold grace grief Hadad hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hell honor hour Iago king Lady light live look lord lov'd lyre Macb Macbeth Macd Marcian mind moon Muse nature ne'er never night noble nymph o'er Othello Pandarus peace pity poor pow'r pride prince Rome round seem'd SHAKSPEARE sight sleep smile soft Sonnet sorrow soul speak spide spirit stamp'd sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue twas Tybalt unto Vent vex'd virtue voice weep wind wretched youth