The Temple Shakespeare, Том 39J.M. Dent and Company, 1896 |
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... sorrow may be said ; Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage ; But when the heart's attorney once is mute , The client breaks , as desperate in his suit . 330 He sees her coming , and begins to glow , 21 Venus and Adonis Verses 54-56.
... sorrow may be said ; Free vent of words love's fire doth assuage ; But when the heart's attorney once is mute , The client breaks , as desperate in his suit . 330 He sees her coming , and begins to glow , 21 Venus and Adonis Verses 54-56.
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... Sorrow to shepherds , woe unto the birds , Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds . 450 This ill presage advisedly she marketh : Even as the wind is hush'd before it raineth , Or as the wolf doth grin before he barketh , Or as the ...
... Sorrow to shepherds , woe unto the birds , Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds . 450 This ill presage advisedly she marketh : Even as the wind is hush'd before it raineth , Or as the wolf doth grin before he barketh , Or as the ...
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... To mend the hurt that his unkindness marr'd : He kisses her ; and she , by her good will , Will never rise , so he will kiss her still . 470 480 The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day : 29 Venus and Adonis Verses 78-80.
... To mend the hurt that his unkindness marr'd : He kisses her ; and she , by her good will , Will never rise , so he will kiss her still . 470 480 The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day : 29 Venus and Adonis Verses 78-80.
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William Shakespeare. The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day : Her two blue windows faintly she up - heaveth , Like the fair sun , when in his fresh array He cheers the morn , and all the earth relieveth : And as the bright sun ...
William Shakespeare. The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day : Her two blue windows faintly she up - heaveth , Like the fair sun , when in his fresh array He cheers the morn , and all the earth relieveth : And as the bright sun ...
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... sorrow , For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch . Tell me , love's master , shall we meet to - morrow ? Say , shall we ? shall we ? wilt thou make the match ? ' He tells her , no ; to - morrow he intends To hunt the boar with ...
... sorrow , For my sick heart commands mine eyes to watch . Tell me , love's master , shall we meet to - morrow ? Say , shall we ? shall we ? wilt thou make the match ? ' He tells her , no ; to - morrow he intends To hunt the boar with ...
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