The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomasJacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... Seeing thou haft prov'd fo unnatural a Father . Hath he deferv'd to lofe his Birth - right thus ? Hadft thou but lov'd him half fo much as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once , Or nourisht him , as I did with my Blood ; Thou ...
... Seeing thou haft prov'd fo unnatural a Father . Hath he deferv'd to lofe his Birth - right thus ? Hadft thou but lov'd him half fo much as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once , Or nourisht him , as I did with my Blood ; Thou ...
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... See , ruthless Queen , a hapless Father's Tears : This Cloth thou dip'dft in Blood of my fweet Boy , And I with Tears do wash the Blood away . Keep thou the Napkin , and go boast of this , And if thou tell'ft the heavy Story right ...
... See , ruthless Queen , a hapless Father's Tears : This Cloth thou dip'dft in Blood of my fweet Boy , And I with Tears do wash the Blood away . Keep thou the Napkin , and go boast of this , And if thou tell'ft the heavy Story right ...
1555 psl.
... See how the Morning opes her Golden Gates , And takes her farewel of the glorious Sun , How well resembles it the prime of Youth , Trim'd like a Yonker , prancing to his Love ? Edw . Dazle mine Eyes ? or do I fee three Suns ? Rich ...
... See how the Morning opes her Golden Gates , And takes her farewel of the glorious Sun , How well resembles it the prime of Youth , Trim'd like a Yonker , prancing to his Love ? Edw . Dazle mine Eyes ? or do I fee three Suns ? Rich ...
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... see , fee , what showers arife , Blown with the windy Tempeft of my Heart , Upon thy wounds , that kills mine Eye and Heart . O pity , God , this miferable Age ! What ftratagems ? how fell ? how butcherly ? Erroneous , mutinous , and ...
... see , fee , what showers arife , Blown with the windy Tempeft of my Heart , Upon thy wounds , that kills mine Eye and Heart . O pity , God , this miferable Age ! What ftratagems ? how fell ? how butcherly ? Erroneous , mutinous , and ...
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... See who it is . Edw . And now the Battel's ended , If Friend or Foe , let him be gently used . Rich . Revoke that doom of Mercy , for ' tis Clifford , Who not contented that he lopp'd the Branch In hewing Rutland , when his leaves put ...
... See who it is . Edw . And now the Battel's ended , If Friend or Foe , let him be gently used . Rich . Revoke that doom of Mercy , for ' tis Clifford , Who not contented that he lopp'd the Branch In hewing Rutland , when his leaves put ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;– In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Visos knygos peržiūra - 1714 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;– In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1709 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;– In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd ..., 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1714 |
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