 | William Shakespeare - 2004 - 1458 páginas
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 | William Shakespeare - 2004 - 1458 páginas
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 | William Shakespeare - 1999 - 324 páginas
...like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination and a form indeed, ho Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the...you now what follows. Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? h; Could you on this fair mountain leave... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1959 - 1394 páginas
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 | Michael C. Keith - 2000 - 248 páginas
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 | Michael C. Keith - 2000 - 248 páginas
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 | 250 páginas
...front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command, A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill, A combination...This was your husband: look you now, what follows. NARRATOR: Poor Hamlet, he has never been so interrupted He is making such a scene behind our engineers... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 304 páginas
...front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten or command, A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination...Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor? Ha? Have you eyes? You cannot call it love; for at your age The heyday in the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 1362 páginas
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 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 212 páginas
...threaten and command, 58 A station like the herald Mercury New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill 60 A combination and a form indeed Where every god did...you now what follows. Here is your husband, like a mildewed ear Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to... | |
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See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every... 
