The Works of John Sheffield, Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke of Buckingham: In Two Volumes, 1 tomasT. Wotton, 1740 - 368 psl. |
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... Look , Their first Affurance from my Conqueft took ; By wounding me the learn'd the fatal Art , And the first Sigh fhe had was from my Heart : My My Eyes with Tears moist'ning her fnowy Arms , Render'd 8 THE TEMPLE OF DEATH .
... Look , Their first Affurance from my Conqueft took ; By wounding me the learn'd the fatal Art , And the first Sigh fhe had was from my Heart : My My Eyes with Tears moist'ning her fnowy Arms , Render'd 8 THE TEMPLE OF DEATH .
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... Looks were caft on me alone . My Hopes and Dangers were less mine than hers , Those fill'd her Soul with Joys , and these with Fears : Our Hearts , united , had the fame Defires , And both alike burn'd with impatient Fires . Toa Too ...
... Looks were caft on me alone . My Hopes and Dangers were less mine than hers , Those fill'd her Soul with Joys , and these with Fears : Our Hearts , united , had the fame Defires , And both alike burn'd with impatient Fires . Toa Too ...
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... Look , Alas ! I lov'd you best . Own but the fame to me , you'll find How bleft will be our Fate ; Oh , to be happy , to be kind , Sure , never is too late . E 2 SONG . SONG . ROM all uneafy Paffions free , FR Revenge SONGS AND VERSES ...
... Look , Alas ! I lov'd you best . Own but the fame to me , you'll find How bleft will be our Fate ; Oh , to be happy , to be kind , Sure , never is too late . E 2 SONG . SONG . ROM all uneafy Paffions free , FR Revenge SONGS AND VERSES ...
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... look , but to despise Such Charms , and yalue yours the more ; May fad Remorse , and guilty Shame , Revenge your Wrongs on faithlefs me ; And , what I tremble ev❜n to name , May I lofe all in lofing thee . The The PICTURE . In ...
... look , but to despise Such Charms , and yalue yours the more ; May fad Remorse , and guilty Shame , Revenge your Wrongs on faithlefs me ; And , what I tremble ev❜n to name , May I lofe all in lofing thee . The The PICTURE . In ...
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... look both kind and killing . Next , draw her Forehead ; then her Nofe , And Lips juft op'ning , that disclose Teeth fo bright , and Breath fo fweet , So much Beauty , so much Wit , To our very Soul they strike , All our Senfes pleas'd ...
... look both kind and killing . Next , draw her Forehead ; then her Nofe , And Lips juft op'ning , that disclose Teeth fo bright , and Breath fo fweet , So much Beauty , so much Wit , To our very Soul they strike , All our Senfes pleas'd ...
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The Works of John Sheffield, Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby ..., 1 tomas John Sheffield Duke of Buckingham Visos knygos peržiūra - 1740 |
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againſt ANTONY Athens becauſe befides beft beſt BUCKINGHAMIA CÆSAR CASCA CASSIUS Caufe Cauſe CESAR Charms CITIZEN Death DECIUS BRUTUS deferve Defire Deſpair DOLABELLA e'er elfe ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Eyes facred faid Fame Fate Fault fear feem fhall fhew fhine fhould fince firſt foft fome fometimes Friend Friendſhip ftill ftrong fuch fure Gods greateſt Grief Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour inſpires itſelf Joys juft JUNIA juſt Kindneſs laft laſt leaſt lefs loft lov'd Love LUCILIUS Mankind Mind moft moſt Mufe muft muſt myſelf ne'er noble Nymph o'er Paffion Pity pleaſe Pleaſure POMPEY PORTIA Pow'r Praiſe publick raiſe Reaſon reft reſt Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſeems Senfe ſhall ſhe Soul ſpeak ſtill ſuch tender thee thefe themſelves theſe things thofe thoſe thou Thoughts thouſand TITINIUS TREBONIUS us'd uſe VARIUS Virtue whofe Whoſe wife wiſh World worſe wretched yourſelf
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257 psl. - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
207 psl. - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
257 psl. - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
207 psl. - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
205 psl. - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
206 psl. - And this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
205 psl. - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
259 psl. - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
81 psl. - Love secretly: the absence of my lord More freedom gives, but does not all afford: Long is his journey, long will be his stay; Call'd by affairs of consequence away.
259 psl. - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ! Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.