The Plays of William Shakspeare, Том 7 |
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Come , let us go , and make thy father blind : For such a sight will blind a father's eye : One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads ; What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes ? Do not draw back , for we will mourn with ...
Come , let us go , and make thy father blind : For such a sight will blind a father's eye : One hour's storm will drown the fragrant meads ; What will whole months of tears thy father's eyes ? Do not draw back , for we will mourn with ...
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1 Than youthful April shall with all his showers : In summer's drought , I'll drop upon thee still ; In winter , with warm tears I'll melt the snow , And keep eternal spring - time on thy face , So thou refuse to drink my dear sons ...
1 Than youthful April shall with all his showers : In summer's drought , I'll drop upon thee still ; In winter , with warm tears I'll melt the snow , And keep eternal spring - time on thy face , So thou refuse to drink my dear sons ...
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My heart is not compact of flint , nor steel ; Nor can I utter all our bitter grief , But floods of tears will drown my oratory , And break my very utterance ; even i'the time When it should move you to attend me most , Lending your ...
My heart is not compact of flint , nor steel ; Nor can I utter all our bitter grief , But floods of tears will drown my oratory , And break my very utterance ; even i'the time When it should move you to attend me most , Lending your ...
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