Poems Written by ShakespearJ. Bell & C. Etherington, 1774 - 246 pagina's |
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Pagina 33
... the that call'd him all to nought , Now the adds honours to his hateful name : She ' cleeps him king of graves , and grave for kings , Imperial fupreme of mortal things . No , no , ( quoth the ) fweet death I did but jest ; Yet pardon ...
... the that call'd him all to nought , Now the adds honours to his hateful name : She ' cleeps him king of graves , and grave for kings , Imperial fupreme of mortal things . No , no , ( quoth the ) fweet death I did but jest ; Yet pardon ...
Pagina 93
... fhe attendeth , And his untimely frenzy thus awaketh : Dear lord , thy forrow to my forrow lendeth Another power ... quoth fhe , ( Speaking to thofe that came with Colatine ) Shall plight your honourable faiths to me , With fwift purfuit ...
... fhe attendeth , And his untimely frenzy thus awaketh : Dear lord , thy forrow to my forrow lendeth Another power ... quoth fhe , ( Speaking to thofe that came with Colatine ) Shall plight your honourable faiths to me , With fwift purfuit ...
Pagina 123
... ( quoth fhe ) the warlike god embrac'd me , And then the clipt Adonis in her arms : Even thus ( quoth fhe ) the warlike god unlac'd me , As if the boy fhould ufe like loving charms . Even thus ( quoth fhe ) he feized on my lips , And with ...
... ( quoth fhe ) the warlike god embrac'd me , And then the clipt Adonis in her arms : Even thus ( quoth fhe ) the warlike god unlac'd me , As if the boy fhould ufe like loving charms . Even thus ( quoth fhe ) he feized on my lips , And with ...
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