The Poetical Works of William Shakespeare and Ben Jonson, Zväzok 2Houghton, Mifflin, 1880 - 686 strán (strany) |
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... soul were earth ; Not penitent for those his sins are past , But vex'd his money cannot make them last : A fearful melancholy , ungodly sorrow ! " 54 Lord Southampton's mother , soon after the death of her husband , married Sir Thomas ...
... soul were earth ; Not penitent for those his sins are past , But vex'd his money cannot make them last : A fearful melancholy , ungodly sorrow ! " 54 Lord Southampton's mother , soon after the death of her husband , married Sir Thomas ...
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... a hundred to ten his soul is not sav'd : If any man ask , Who ties in this tomb ? Ho ! bo ! quoth the Devil , tis my John- a Combe . " * Life of Shakespeare . But the sharpness of the satire is said to have lx MEMOIR OF SHAKESPEARE .
... a hundred to ten his soul is not sav'd : If any man ask , Who ties in this tomb ? Ho ! bo ! quoth the Devil , tis my John- a Combe . " * Life of Shakespeare . But the sharpness of the satire is said to have lx MEMOIR OF SHAKESPEARE .
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... soul of Petrarch wept , And from thenceforth those Graces were not seen ; For they this Queen attended ; in whose stead Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse : Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed , And groans of buried ...
... soul of Petrarch wept , And from thenceforth those Graces were not seen ; For they this Queen attended ; in whose stead Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse : Hereat the hardest stones were seen to bleed , And groans of buried ...
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... soul - shrin'd saint , my fair Idea , lies , . O blessed brook , whose milk - white swans adore Thy crystal stream refined by her eyes , Where sweet myrrh - breathing Zephyr in the spring Gently distills his nectar - dropping showers ...
... soul - shrin'd saint , my fair Idea , lies , . O blessed brook , whose milk - white swans adore Thy crystal stream refined by her eyes , Where sweet myrrh - breathing Zephyr in the spring Gently distills his nectar - dropping showers ...
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... soul distrest , Thy grace unto my wits : then shall the sling Of righteousness that monster Sathan kill , Who with despair my dear salvation dar'd ; And , like the Philistine , stood breathing still Proud threats against my soul , for ...
... soul distrest , Thy grace unto my wits : then shall the sling Of righteousness that monster Sathan kill , Who with despair my dear salvation dar'd ; And , like the Philistine , stood breathing still Proud threats against my soul , for ...
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Adonis bear beauty beauty's behold Ben Jonson blood breast breath cheeks Collatine dead dear death deeds delight desire doth dramas epigram eyes face fair false fame fear fire flowers foul Francis Collins gentle give grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven honour John Shakespeare Jonson king kiss lips live looks Lord love's Lucrece lust MALONE masques mind muse never night play poems poet poison'd poor praise Priam proud queen quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE Richard Barnefield Richard Burbage Shak Shake Shakespeare shalt shame sighs sight sing Sonnets sorrow soul Stratford swear sweet Tarquin tears tell theatre thee thine thing Thomas Lucy thou art thou dost thou hast thought thyself time's tongue true truth unto Venus and Adonis verse weep Welcombe wife William William Shakespeare words worth wound Yorkshire Tragedy youth