The Handy-volume Shakspeare ...Bradbury, Evans, and Company, 1871 |
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Strana 107
... heart all whole as thine , thy heart my wound ; For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee , Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee . " " Give me my hand , " saith he , " why dost thou feel it ? " " Give me my heart ...
... heart all whole as thine , thy heart my wound ; For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee , Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee . " " Give me my hand , " saith he , " why dost thou feel it ? " " Give me my heart ...
Strana 228
... heart thy picture's sight would bar , My heart mine eye the freedom of that right . My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie , ( A closet never pierced with crystal eyes , ) But the defendant doth that plea deny , And says in him ...
... heart thy picture's sight would bar , My heart mine eye the freedom of that right . My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie , ( A closet never pierced with crystal eyes , ) But the defendant doth that plea deny , And says in him ...
Strana 271
... heart To mourn for me , since mourning doth thee grace , And suit thy pity like in every part . Then will I swear beauty herself is black , And all they foul that thy complexion lack . CXXXIII , Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to ...
... heart To mourn for me , since mourning doth thee grace , And suit thy pity like in every part . Then will I swear beauty herself is black , And all they foul that thy complexion lack . CXXXIII , Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to ...
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