![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=dwAkAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 544 pàgines
...God did all. Oli. Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather. Vio. Tis beauty truly blent 17, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning...these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy 18. 16 The old copy reads, ' Look you, sir, each a one as I was this present.' M. Mason proposed to... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=sX4LAAAAIAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 540 pàgines
...God did all. Oli. 'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather. Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent17, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning...these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy 18. 16 The old copy reads, ' Look you, sir, such a oue as I was this present.' M. Mason proposed to... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=14E0AAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 548 pàgines
...God did all. OIL 'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather. Vio. 'Tis beauty truly blent17, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning...these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy18. 16 The old copy reads, ' Look yon, sir, such a oue as I was this present.' M. Mason proposed... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=pNkEAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | 1878 - 492 pàgines
...somewhat after Winter de Oote in her markings — which was also bred by Mrs. Edwards — having " That beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand has laid on." but with horns not laid back like her sire, which, with a knowing eyo, gives him a very... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=DCEkAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 996 pàgines
...'Tis in grain, sir ; 'twill endure wind and weather. Via. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and whit* 3 R g ; q I iۣ ^X " l n i Չ1O ڂ j B A ղTef^ | a sire alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave, Anil leave the world no copy. OU. O, sir, I... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=pe4jAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 844 pàgines
...ExceHfcntly done, if God did all. Oit. -Tis in grain, sir ; 'twill endure wind and weather. Vio. 'Tis , all re Oii. O, sir, I will not he БО hard-hearted; I will . , give out di hedules of my beauty: It shall... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=bvMjAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare - 1828 - 404 pàgines
...in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather. ,cv WHAT YOU WILL. 2I7 Vio. 'Tis heauty truly hlent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, yon are the cruel'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=h-4IAAAAQAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Tim Bobbin - 1828 - 216 pàgines
...must all his flesh imboss And all his people. — Milton. Blend, or blent, to mingle together. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand has laid on. — Shnk. Blinkart, blind of one eye( or bad eyes. Brainless blinkarts that blow at the... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=fqIvAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 506 pàgines
...Excellently done, if God did all. 0/i. 'Tis in grain, sir ; 'twill endure wind and weather. Fio. 'Tis beauty truly blent,* whose red and white Nature's...sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, [f you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy. Oii.... | |
![](https://books.google.cat/books/content?id=dHVMAAAAMAAJ&printsec=frontcover&img=1&zoom=5&edge=curl) | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 798 pàgines
...of Italy shall not betray Mine interest and his honour. Id. Cymbeline. Lady, you are the cruellest ¬ !g Z> q $ - ) [u A )B a ˸ tPN ^y VG+ T f kPG ӱ Id. Twelfth Kight. I would outstare the sternest eyes that look, Pluck the young sucking cubs from... | |
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