The Handy-volume Shakspeare, Zväzok 13Bradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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Strana 20
... Hath borne his faculties so meek , hath been So clear in his great office , that his virtues Will plead like angels , trumpet - tongued , against The deep damnation of his taking - off : And pity , like a naked new - born babe ...
... Hath borne his faculties so meek , hath been So clear in his great office , that his virtues Will plead like angels , trumpet - tongued , against The deep damnation of his taking - off : And pity , like a naked new - born babe ...
Strana 194
... hath overslipp'd her thought , That she with painted images hath spent : Being from the feeling of her own grief brought By deep surmise of others ' detriment ; Losing her woes in shows of discontent . It easeth some , though none it ...
... hath overslipp'd her thought , That she with painted images hath spent : Being from the feeling of her own grief brought By deep surmise of others ' detriment ; Losing her woes in shows of discontent . It easeth some , though none it ...
Strana 195
... Hath thee befallen , that thou dost trembling stand ? Sweet love , what spite hath thy fair colour spent ? Why art thou thus attired in discontent ? Unmask , dear dear , this moody heaviness , And tell thy grief , that we may give ...
... Hath thee befallen , that thou dost trembling stand ? Sweet love , what spite hath thy fair colour spent ? Why art thou thus attired in discontent ? Unmask , dear dear , this moody heaviness , And tell thy grief , that we may give ...
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