The Handy-volume Shakspeare, Volume 13Bradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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Page 127
... breath , Who when he lived , his breath and beauty set Gloss on the rose , smell to the violet ? " If he be dead , -O no , it cannot be , Seeing his beauty , thou shouldst strike at it : - O yes , it may ; thou hast no eyes to see , But ...
... breath , Who when he lived , his breath and beauty set Gloss on the rose , smell to the violet ? " If he be dead , -O no , it cannot be , Seeing his beauty , thou shouldst strike at it : - O yes , it may ; thou hast no eyes to see , But ...
Page 232
... breath their masked buds dis- closes ; But , for their virtue only is their show , They live unwoo'd , and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves . Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you ...
... breath their masked buds dis- closes ; But , for their virtue only is their show , They live unwoo'd , and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves . Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you ...
Page 254
... breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells , In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed . The lily I condemned for thy hand , And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair : The roses fearfully on thorns did ...
... breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells , In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed . The lily I condemned for thy hand , And buds of marjoram had stolen thy hair : The roses fearfully on thorns did ...
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