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... She never told her love , But let concealment , like a worm i'th ' bud , Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought , And fat like Patience on a monument , Smiling at Grief . What an image is here given ! and what a task would it ...
... She never told her love , But let concealment , like a worm i'th ' bud , Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought , And fat like Patience on a monument , Smiling at Grief . What an image is here given ! and what a task would it ...
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... she fees her myrtles bloom , Green and unwither'd o'er his honour'd tomb ; Excuse her doubts , if yet she fears to tell What secret transports in her bosom swell : With confcious awe she hears the critick's fame , And blushing hides her ...
... she fees her myrtles bloom , Green and unwither'd o'er his honour'd tomb ; Excuse her doubts , if yet she fears to tell What secret transports in her bosom swell : With confcious awe she hears the critick's fame , And blushing hides her ...
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... she born ? speak ; tell me , say . Ari . Sir , in Argier . Pro . Oh , was she so ? I must Once in a month recount what thou hast been , Which thou forget'st . This damn'd witch Sycorax , For mischiefs manifold , forceries too terrible ...
... she born ? speak ; tell me , say . Ari . Sir , in Argier . Pro . Oh , was she so ? I must Once in a month recount what thou hast been , Which thou forget'st . This damn'd witch Sycorax , For mischiefs manifold , forceries too terrible ...
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William Shakespeare. A dozen years ; within which space she dy'd , And left thee there : where thou didst vent thy groans As fast as mill - wheels strike . Then was this ifsland ( Save for the son that she did litter here , A freckl'd ...
William Shakespeare. A dozen years ; within which space she dy'd , And left thee there : where thou didst vent thy groans As fast as mill - wheels strike . Then was this ifsland ( Save for the son that she did litter here , A freckl'd ...
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... She that is queen of Tunis ; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life ; she that from Naples a Can have no note , unless the fun were poft , ( The man i ' th ' moon's too flow ) ' till new - born chins Be rough and razorable ...
... She that is queen of Tunis ; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life ; she that from Naples a Can have no note , unless the fun were poft , ( The man i ' th ' moon's too flow ) ' till new - born chins Be rough and razorable ...
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