The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 161
... wind will ever strive to kiss you : Having no fair to lose , you need not fear ; The sun doth scorn you , and the wind doth hiss you : But when Adonis lived , sun and sharp air Lurk'd like two thieves to rob him of his fair ; " And ...
... wind will ever strive to kiss you : Having no fair to lose , you need not fear ; The sun doth scorn you , and the wind doth hiss you : But when Adonis lived , sun and sharp air Lurk'd like two thieves to rob him of his fair ; " And ...
Strana 181
... wind wars with his torch , to make him stay , And blows the smoke of it into his face , Extinguishing his conduct in this case ; But his hot heart , which fond desire doth scorch , [ torch ; Puffs forth another wind that fires the And ...
... wind wars with his torch , to make him stay , And blows the smoke of it into his face , Extinguishing his conduct in this case ; But his hot heart , which fond desire doth scorch , [ torch ; Puffs forth another wind that fires the And ...
Strana 182
William Shakespeare Q. D.. The doors , the wind , the glove , that did delay him , He takes for accidental things of trial ; Or as those bars which stop the hourly dial , Who with a lingering stay his course doth ... wind, the glove, that ...
William Shakespeare Q. D.. The doors , the wind , the glove , that did delay him , He takes for accidental things of trial ; Or as those bars which stop the hourly dial , Who with a lingering stay his course doth ... wind, the glove, that ...
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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