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... kiss it ? Old M. Even like the deed that's done . last , " Tis unnatural , On Tuesday A falcon , towering in her pride of place , Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd . Rosse . And Duncan's horses , ( a thing most strange and ...
... kiss it ? Old M. Even like the deed that's done . last , " Tis unnatural , On Tuesday A falcon , towering in her pride of place , Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd . Rosse . And Duncan's horses , ( a thing most strange and ...
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... kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet , And to be baited with the rabble's curse . Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane , And thou opposed , being of no woman born , Yet I will try the last : before my body I throw my warlike ...
... kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet , And to be baited with the rabble's curse . Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane , And thou opposed , being of no woman born , Yet I will try the last : before my body I throw my warlike ...
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... kisses ; " And yet not cloy thy lips with loathed satiety , But rather famish them amid their plenty , Making them red and pale with fresh variety , - Ten kisses short as one , one long as twenty : A summer's day will seem an hour but ...
... kisses ; " And yet not cloy thy lips with loathed satiety , But rather famish them amid their plenty , Making them red and pale with fresh variety , - Ten kisses short as one , one long as twenty : A summer's day will seem an hour but ...
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... kissing , speaks , with lustful language broken , " If thou wilt chide , thy lips shall never open . " He burns with ... kiss'd his brow , his cheek , his chin , And where she ends she doth anew begin . Forced to content , but never to ...
... kissing , speaks , with lustful language broken , " If thou wilt chide , thy lips shall never open . " He burns with ... kiss'd his brow , his cheek , his chin , And where she ends she doth anew begin . Forced to content , but never to ...
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... kiss shall pay this countless debt . Upon this promise did he raise his chin , Like a dive - dapper peering through a wave , Who , being look'd on , ducks as quickly in ; So offers he to give what she did crave ; But when her lips were ...
... kiss shall pay this countless debt . Upon this promise did he raise his chin , Like a dive - dapper peering through a wave , Who , being look'd on , ducks as quickly in ; So offers he to give what she did crave ; But when her lips were ...
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Adonis art thou Banquo bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood breast breath cheeks Collatine dead dear death deed desire Doct doth Enter MACBETH Exeunt face fair fair lords falchion falconry false fear fire Fleance flower fool foul gainst gentle give grace grief hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honour hour king kiss LADY MACBETH light lips live look lord love's Lucrece lust Macb Macd Macduff Mach mayst mind murder never night numbers o'er pale pity poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE Rosse seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shalt shame sighs sight SIWARD sleep sorrow soul speak swear sweet Tarquin tears Tereu thane of Cawdor thee thence thine eye things thou art thou dost thought thyself Time's tongue true truth unto weep weird sisters wind Witch words worth wound youth
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Página 22 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood ; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect and it...
Página 247 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Página 314 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields. A honey tongue, a heart of gall Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Página 260 - That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Página 89 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Página 227 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy ; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace...
Página 212 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held : Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies, Where all the treasure of thy lusty days, — To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes, Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use, If thou couldst answer — "This fair child of mine Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse...
Página 20 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand ; yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Página 226 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste : Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight...
Página 17 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...