The Handy-volume Shakspeare ...Bradbury, Agnew & Company, 1873 |
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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 239
... give thee that due , Uttering bare truth , even so as foes commend . Thine outward thus with outward praise is crown'd ; But those same tongues that give thee so thine own , In other accents do this praise confound , By seeing farther ...
... give thee that due , Uttering bare truth , even so as foes commend . Thine outward thus with outward praise is crown'd ; But those same tongues that give thee so thine own , In other accents do this praise confound , By seeing farther ...
Strana 255
... gives thy pen both skill and argument . Rise , resty Muse , my love's sweet face survey , If Time have any wrinkle graven there ; If any , be a satire to decay , And make Time's spoils despised everywhere . Give my love fame faster than ...
... gives thy pen both skill and argument . Rise , resty Muse , my love's sweet face survey , If Time have any wrinkle graven there ; If any , be a satire to decay , And make Time's spoils despised everywhere . Give my love fame faster than ...
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