 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 842 str.
...purse, thou whom the heavens' plagues Have humbled to all strokes. Id. King Lear. The oars were silrer, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, Ai amorous of their strokes. Id. Antony and Cleopatra. He entered, and won the whole kingdom of Naples,... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 804 str.
...ancients considered as the noblest, and as the regal color : to make purple : the color ; a purple dress. The poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with 'em. Sltuhsfieare. Whilst your purpled hands do reek and smoak, fulfil your pleasure. Id. Julius Cmar.... | |
 | Thomas Kibble Hervey - 1829 - 468 str.
...QUEEN EMBARKING ON THE CYDNUS. The barge ahe sat in, like a burnished throne, Burned on the water : the poop was beaten gold : Purple the sails; and so perfumed that The winds were love- sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The... | |
 | Thomas Kibble Hervey - 1829 - 310 str.
...QUEEN EMBARKING ON THE CYDNUS. The barge she §at in, like a burnished throne, Burned on the water : the poop was beaten gold : Purple the sails ; and so perfumed that The winds were love- sick with them : the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 510 str.
...burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfum'd, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars...For her own person, It beggar'd all description; she d:d lie In her pavilion, (cloth of gold, of tissue,) O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see, The fancy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 606 str.
...you: The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,4 Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold j I do return those talents, Doubled, with thanks, and...Catenby was it sent me ; The precedent3 was full as l ' Left I be thought too willing to forget benefits I must barely return him thank», and then I will... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 str.
...sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Bum'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the soils, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with...them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of (lutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 522 str.
...for her. Eno. I will tell you : The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were lore-sick with them : the oar* were silrer ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1832 - 1022 str.
...barge she sat In, like a bnrnlsh'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold Purple UN- J 1 C Z 3uPc hegsar'd all description : she did lie In her pavilion, (cloth of gold, of tissue,) O'crpictnriiiK... | |
 | 1833 - 304 str.
...CLEOPATRA arriving at Taurus. "... The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, BurnM on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so...did lie In her pavilion (cloth of gold, of tissue,) O'erpicturing that Venus, where we see The fancy outwork nature : on each side her Stood pretty dimpled... | |
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Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of... 
