The Handy-volume Shakspeare, Zväzok 13Bradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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Strana 107
... heart all whole as thine , thy heart my wound ; For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee , Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee . " Give me my hand , " saith he , " why dost thou feel it ? " ' Give me my heart ...
... heart all whole as thine , thy heart my wound ; For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee , Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee . " Give me my hand , " saith he , " why dost thou feel it ? " ' Give me my heart ...
Strana 271
... heart To mourn for me , since mourning doth thee grace , And suit thy pity like in every part . Then will I swear beauty herself is black , And all they foul that thy complexion lack . CXXXIII . Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to ...
... heart To mourn for me , since mourning doth thee grace , And suit thy pity like in every part . Then will I swear beauty herself is black , And all they foul that thy complexion lack . CXXXIII . Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to ...
Strana 275
... heart that loves what they despise , Who , in despite of view , is pleased to dote ; Nor are mine ears with thy ... heart from serving thee , Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man , Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be ...
... heart that loves what they despise , Who , in despite of view , is pleased to dote ; Nor are mine ears with thy ... heart from serving thee , Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man , Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be ...
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