Choice Specimens of English LiteratureSheldon, 1870 - 477 pagina's |
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Pagina 77
... face so faire , as flesh it seemed not , But hevenly pourtraict of bright angels hew , Cleare as the skye , withouten blame or blot , Through goodly mixture of complexions dew ; And in her cheekes the vermeill red did shew Like roses in ...
... face so faire , as flesh it seemed not , But hevenly pourtraict of bright angels hew , Cleare as the skye , withouten blame or blot , Through goodly mixture of complexions dew ; And in her cheekes the vermeill red did shew Like roses in ...
Pagina 89
... face To inward light , which thou art wont to show , With feigned solace ease a true - felt woe ; Or if , deaf.god , thou do deny that grace , Come as thou wilt , and what thou wilt bequeath ; I long to kiss the image of my death ...
... face To inward light , which thou art wont to show , With feigned solace ease a true - felt woe ; Or if , deaf.god , thou do deny that grace , Come as thou wilt , and what thou wilt bequeath ; I long to kiss the image of my death ...
Pagina 102
... face with tears , called weeping , is the sudden falling out with ourselves , or sudden conception of defect ; and therefore children weep often ; for seeing they think that every thing ought to be given them which they desire , of ...
... face with tears , called weeping , is the sudden falling out with ourselves , or sudden conception of defect ; and therefore children weep often ; for seeing they think that every thing ought to be given them which they desire , of ...
Pagina 108
... face , creeping like snail Unwillingly to school : and then , the lover , Sighing like furnace , with a woful ballad Made to his mistress ' eyebrow : then , a soldier , Full of strange oaths , and bearded like the pard , Jealous in ...
... face , creeping like snail Unwillingly to school : and then , the lover , Sighing like furnace , with a woful ballad Made to his mistress ' eyebrow : then , a soldier , Full of strange oaths , and bearded like the pard , Jealous in ...
Pagina 119
... face , Even at the base of Pompey's statue , Which all the while ran blood , great Cæsar fell . O , what a fall was there , my countrymen ! Then I , and you , and all of us fell down , Whilst bloody treason flourished over us . O , now ...
... face , Even at the base of Pompey's statue , Which all the while ran blood , great Cæsar fell . O , what a fall was there , my countrymen ! Then I , and you , and all of us fell down , Whilst bloody treason flourished over us . O , now ...
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