The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens ... |
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Come unto these yellow sands , And then take hands : Court'sied when you have , and kiss'd , ( The wild waves whist2 ) Foot it featly here and there ; And , sweet sprites , the burden bear .
Come unto these yellow sands , And then take hands : Court'sied when you have , and kiss'd , ( The wild waves whist2 ) Foot it featly here and there ; And , sweet sprites , the burden bear .
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Sitting on a bank , Weeping again the king my father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it , Or it hath drawn me rather : -But ' tis ...
Sitting on a bank , Weeping again the king my father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it , Or it hath drawn me rather : -But ' tis ...
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Twas a sweet marriage , and we prosper well in our return .. Adr . Tunis was never grac'd before with such a paragon to their queen . Gon . Not since widow Dido's time . Ant . Widow ? a pox o ' that ! how came that widow in ?
Twas a sweet marriage , and we prosper well in our return .. Adr . Tunis was never grac'd before with such a paragon to their queen . Gon . Not since widow Dido's time . Ant . Widow ? a pox o ' that ! how came that widow in ?
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I must remove Some thousands of these logs , and pile them up , Upon a sore injunction : my sweet mistress Weeps when she sees me work ; and says , such baseness Had ne'er like executor . I forget : But these sweet thoughts do even ...
I must remove Some thousands of these logs , and pile them up , Upon a sore injunction : my sweet mistress Weeps when she sees me work ; and says , such baseness Had ne'er like executor . I forget : But these sweet thoughts do even ...
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Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises , Sounds , and sweet airs , that give delight , and hurt not . Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometimes voices , That , if I then had wak'd after long ...
Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises , Sounds , and sweet airs , that give delight , and hurt not . Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometimes voices , That , if I then had wak'd after long ...
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