PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
From inside the book
Results 1-3 of 93
Page 6
... Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck at sea ? [ eye Buried some dear friend ? Hath not else his A lioness , with udders all drawn dry , [ watch Stray'd his affection in unlawful love ? Lay couching , head on ground , with cat - like A ...
... Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck at sea ? [ eye Buried some dear friend ? Hath not else his A lioness , with udders all drawn dry , [ watch Stray'd his affection in unlawful love ? Lay couching , head on ground , with cat - like A ...
Page 20
... hath witch'd the bosom of my child : Thou , thou , Lysander , thou hast given her rhymes , Swift as a shadow , short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night , That , in a spleen , unfolds both heav'n and earth : And ...
... hath witch'd the bosom of my child : Thou , thou , Lysander , thou hast given her rhymes , Swift as a shadow , short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night , That , in a spleen , unfolds both heav'n and earth : And ...
Page 95
... hath cut those pretty fingers off , That could have better sew'd than Philomel . O , had the monster seen those lily hands Tremble , like aspen leaves , upon a lute , And make the silken strings delight to kiss them ; [ life : He would ...
... hath cut those pretty fingers off , That could have better sew'd than Philomel . O , had the monster seen those lily hands Tremble , like aspen leaves , upon a lute , And make the silken strings delight to kiss them ; [ life : He would ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Ajax arms art thou bear beauty behold blood breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar call'd Cassius cheek Comus Cymbeline dead dear death Decius didst dost doth dread dream earth ev'ry eyes fair father fear fire flow'rs gentle give gods gold grace grief Hadad hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hell honor hour Iago king Lady light live look lord lov'd lyre Macb Macbeth Macd Marcian mind moon Muse nature ne'er never night noble nymph o'er Othello Pandarus peace pity poor pow'r pride prince Rome round seem'd SHAKSPEARE sight sleep smile soft Sonnet sorrow soul speak spide spirit stamp'd sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue twas Tybalt unto Vent vex'd virtue voice weep wind wretched youth