The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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... behold the day ; " For day , " quoth she , " night's scapes doth open lay ; [ how And my true eyes have never practised To cloak offences with a cunning brow . " They think not but that every eye can see The same disgrace which they ...
... behold the day ; " For day , " quoth she , " night's scapes doth open lay ; [ how And my true eyes have never practised To cloak offences with a cunning brow . " They think not but that every eye can see The same disgrace which they ...
Strana 224
... behold , When every part a part of woe doth bear . ' Tis but a part of sorrow that we hear : Deep sounds make lesser noise than shal low fords , And sorrow ebbs , being blown with wind of words . Her letter now is seal'd , and on it ...
... behold , When every part a part of woe doth bear . ' Tis but a part of sorrow that we hear : Deep sounds make lesser noise than shal low fords , And sorrow ebbs , being blown with wind of words . Her letter now is seal'd , and on it ...
Strana 227
... behold , triumphing in their faces ; In youth , quick bearing and dexterity ; And here and there the painter interlaces Pale cowards , marching on with trembling paces ; Which heartless peasants did so well re- [ and tremble . That one ...
... behold , triumphing in their faces ; In youth , quick bearing and dexterity ; And here and there the painter interlaces Pale cowards , marching on with trembling paces ; Which heartless peasants did so well re- [ and tremble . That one ...
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