The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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William Shakespeare Q. D.. This carry - tale , dissensious Jealousy , That sometime true news , sometime false doth bring , Knocks at my heart , and whispers in mine ear , That if I love thee , I thy death should fear : And , more than ...
William Shakespeare Q. D.. This carry - tale , dissensious Jealousy , That sometime true news , sometime false doth bring , Knocks at my heart , and whispers in mine ear , That if I love thee , I thy death should fear : And , more than ...
Strana 143
... Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep , To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell , [ keep , And sometime where earth - delving conies To stop the loud pursuers in their yell ; And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer : Danger ...
... Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep , To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell , [ keep , And sometime where earth - delving conies To stop the loud pursuers in their yell ; And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer : Danger ...
Strana 259
... Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance , or nature's changing course , un- trimm'd ; But thy eternal summer shall not fade , Nor lose ...
... Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines , And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines , By chance , or nature's changing course , un- trimm'd ; But thy eternal summer shall not fade , Nor lose ...
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