The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 172
William Shakespeare Q. D.. Therefore that praise which Collatine dcth owe , Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise , In silent wonder of still - gazing eyes . This earthly saint , adorèd by this devil ... praise which Collatine dcth ...
William Shakespeare Q. D.. Therefore that praise which Collatine dcth owe , Enchanted Tarquin answers with surmise , In silent wonder of still - gazing eyes . This earthly saint , adorèd by this devil ... praise which Collatine dcth ...
Strana 296
... praise to thee but what in thee doth live . Then thank him not for that which he doth say , [ pay . Since what he owes thee thou thyself dost LXXX . O , how I faint when I of you do write , Knowing a better spirit doth use your name ...
... praise to thee but what in thee doth live . Then thank him not for that which he doth say , [ pay . Since what he owes thee thou thyself dost LXXX . O , how I faint when I of you do write , Knowing a better spirit doth use your name ...
Strana 299
... praise , which makes your praises worse . LXXXV My tongue - tied Muse in manners holds her still , [ piled , While comments of your praise , richly com- Reserve their character with golden quill , And precious phrase by all the Muses ...
... praise , which makes your praises worse . LXXXV My tongue - tied Muse in manners holds her still , [ piled , While comments of your praise , richly com- Reserve their character with golden quill , And precious phrase by all the Muses ...
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Adonis art thou Banquo bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood breast breath Cawdor cheeks Collatine dead dear death deed desire Doct doth Enter MACBETH Exeunt face fair fair lords falchion falconry false fear fire Fleance flower fool foul gainst gentle give grace grief hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honor horse hour king kiss LADY MACBETH light lips live look lord love's Lucrece lust Macb Macd Macduff mayst mind murder never night numbers o'er pale pity poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE Rosse seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shalt shame sighs sight SIWARD sleep sorrow soul speak swear sweet Tarquin tears Tereu thane thee thence thine eye things thou art thou dost thought thyself Time's tongue true truth unto weep weird sisters wind Witch words worth wound youth