Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 |
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... breath , Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks , And death's pale flag is not advanced there . Tybalt , liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ? O ...
... breath , Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks , And death's pale flag is not advanced there . Tybalt , liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ? O ...
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... to fawn upon a nurse , Too far in years to be a pupil now : What is thy sentence then but speechless death , Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath ? K. Rich . It boots thee not to be compassionate 74 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
... to fawn upon a nurse , Too far in years to be a pupil now : What is thy sentence then but speechless death , Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath ? K. Rich . It boots thee not to be compassionate 74 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
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Oxford library of English poetry John Wain. Only if loves fire with the breath Of life be kindled , I doubt , With our last air ' twill be breath'd out , And quenched with the cold of death . That if affection be a line , Which is clos'd ...
Oxford library of English poetry John Wain. Only if loves fire with the breath Of life be kindled , I doubt , With our last air ' twill be breath'd out , And quenched with the cold of death . That if affection be a line , Which is clos'd ...
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