The Handy-volume Shakspeare, Zväzok 13Bradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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Strana 107
... Give me my hand , " saith he , " why dost thou feel it ? " ' Give me my heart , " saith she , " and thou shalt have it ; O , give it me , lest thy hard heart do steel it , And being steel'd , soft sighs can never grave it : Then love's ...
... Give me my hand , " saith he , " why dost thou feel it ? " ' Give me my heart , " saith she , " and thou shalt have it ; O , give it me , lest thy hard heart do steel it , And being steel'd , soft sighs can never grave it : Then love's ...
Strana 195
... give redress . " Three times with sighs she gives her sorrow fire , Ere once she can discharge one word of woe : At length address'd to answer his desire , She modestly prepares to let them know Her honour is ta'en prisoner by the foe ...
... give redress . " Three times with sighs she gives her sorrow fire , Ere once she can discharge one word of woe : At length address'd to answer his desire , She modestly prepares to let them know Her honour is ta'en prisoner by the foe ...
Strana 224
... give thyself the thanks , if aught in me Worthy perusal stand against thy sight ; For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee , When thou thyself dost give invention light ? Be thou the tenth Muse , ten times more in worth Than those ...
... give thyself the thanks , if aught in me Worthy perusal stand against thy sight ; For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee , When thou thyself dost give invention light ? Be thou the tenth Muse , ten times more in worth Than those ...
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