Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, She swoons to see them bleed. Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword Nearer in bloody thoughts, an not in blood, A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave From the dead temples of this bloody wretch It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Dream on, dream on of bloody deeds and death: Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, WILLOW FLOWER HERB Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, O bloody Richard!--miserable England! Excitements of my reason and my blood,