The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, 20 tomasR. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. AUCTOR PRETIOSA FACT James Lenox Molone NCM 1 22 > THE PLAYS AND POEMS OF.
William Shakespeare James Boswell. AUCTOR PRETIOSA FACT James Lenox Molone NCM 1 22 > THE PLAYS AND POEMS OF.
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. Molone NCM 1 22 > THE PLAYS AND POEMS OF WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.
William Shakespeare James Boswell. Molone NCM 1 22 > THE PLAYS AND POEMS OF WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.
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William Shakespeare James Boswell. THE PLAYS AND POEMS OF WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE , WITH THE CORRECTIONS AND ILLUSTRATIONS OF VARIOUS COMMENTATORS : COMPREHENDING A Life of the Poet , AND AN ENLARGED HISTORY OF THE STAGE , BY THE LATE EDMOND ...
William Shakespeare James Boswell. THE PLAYS AND POEMS OF WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE , WITH THE CORRECTIONS AND ILLUSTRATIONS OF VARIOUS COMMENTATORS : COMPREHENDING A Life of the Poet , AND AN ENLARGED HISTORY OF THE STAGE , BY THE LATE EDMOND ...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare With the Corrections ..., 20 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1821 |
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ancient Antony and Cleopatra beauty beauty's blood BOSWELL breast breath cheeks Collatine Cymbeline dead dear death delight dost doth Earle of Southampton edition of 1600 face fair false fear flower foul gentle grace grief Hamlet hand hast hath haue heart heaven honour King Henry King John King Richard King Richard II kiss lips live look Love's Labour's Lost lust Macbeth MALONE modern editions musick never night o'er old copy original copy Othello pale poem poet poor praise quarto queen quoth Rape of Lucrece rhyme Romeo and Juliet seems Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt shame sighs sight Sonnet sorrow soul stanza STEEVENS sweet Tarquin tears tender thee thine eye thing thou art thought thyself time's Timon of Athens tongue Troilus and Cressida true Venus and Adonis verse weep wilt wind word youth
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323 psl. - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
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