The Handy-volume Shakspeare, Zväzok 13Bradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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Strana 121
... Foul - cankering rust the hidden treasure frets , But gold that's put to use more gold begets . " " Nay , then , " quoth Adon , " you will fall again Into your idle over - handled theme ; The kiss I gave you is bestow'd in vain , And ...
... Foul - cankering rust the hidden treasure frets , But gold that's put to use more gold begets . " " Nay , then , " quoth Adon , " you will fall again Into your idle over - handled theme ; The kiss I gave you is bestow'd in vain , And ...
Strana 157
... foul appetite . But when a black - faced cloud the world doth threat , In his dim mist the aspiring mountains hiding , From earth's dark worb some gentle gust doth get , Which blows these pitchy vapours from their biding , Hindering ...
... foul appetite . But when a black - faced cloud the world doth threat , In his dim mist the aspiring mountains hiding , From earth's dark worb some gentle gust doth get , Which blows these pitchy vapours from their biding , Hindering ...
Strana 163
... foul devouring . O , deeper sin than bottomless conceit Can comprehend in still imagination ! Drunken Desire must vomit his receipt , Ere he can see his own abomination . While Lust is in his pride , no exclamation Can curb his heat ...
... foul devouring . O , deeper sin than bottomless conceit Can comprehend in still imagination ! Drunken Desire must vomit his receipt , Ere he can see his own abomination . While Lust is in his pride , no exclamation Can curb his heat ...
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