The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 254
... hate , That ' gainst thyself thou stick'st not to con- spire , Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate , Which to repair should be thy chief desire . O , change thy thought , that I may change my mind ! Shall hate be fairer lodged than ...
... hate , That ' gainst thyself thou stick'st not to con- spire , Seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate , Which to repair should be thy chief desire . O , change thy thought , that I may change my mind ! Shall hate be fairer lodged than ...
Strana 302
... hate . XC . Then hate me when thou wilt ; if ever , now ; Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross , Join with the spite of fortune , make me bow , And do not drop in for an after - loss : Ah ! do not , when my heart hath scaped ...
... hate . XC . Then hate me when thou wilt ; if ever , now ; Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross , Join with the spite of fortune , make me bow , And do not drop in for an after - loss : Ah ! do not , when my heart hath scaped ...
Strana 336
... hate , " she alter'd with an end , That follow'd it as gentle day Doth follow night , who , like a fiend , From heaven to hell is flown away : " I hate " from hate away she threw , And saved my life , saying- " not you . ” CXLVI . Poor ...
... hate , " she alter'd with an end , That follow'd it as gentle day Doth follow night , who , like a fiend , From heaven to hell is flown away : " I hate " from hate away she threw , And saved my life , saying- " not you . ” CXLVI . Poor ...
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