Shakespeare's Venvs & AdonisJ.M. Dent & Company, 1593 - 106 pages |
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... soft bosom never to remove , Till he take truce with her contending tears , 80 Which long have rain'd , making her cheeks all wet ; And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt . Upon this promise did he raise his chin , Like 7 ...
... soft bosom never to remove , Till he take truce with her contending tears , 80 Which long have rain'd , making her cheeks all wet ; And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt . Upon this promise did he raise his chin , Like 7 ...
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... soft and plump , my marrow burning ; My smooth moist hand , were it with thy hand felt , Would in thy palm dissolve , or seem to melt . ' Bid me discourse , I will enchant thine ear , Or , like a fairy , trip upon the green , Or , like ...
... soft and plump , my marrow burning ; My smooth moist hand , were it with thy hand felt , Would in thy palm dissolve , or seem to melt . ' Bid me discourse , I will enchant thine ear , Or , like a fairy , trip upon the green , Or , like ...
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... heaveth up his hat , Her other tender hand his fair cheek feels : 350 His tenderer cheek receives her soft hand's print , As apt as new - fall'n snow takes any dint . O , what a war of looks was then between 22 Verses 57-59 Venus and ...
... heaveth up his hat , Her other tender hand his fair cheek feels : 350 His tenderer cheek receives her soft hand's print , As apt as new - fall'n snow takes any dint . O , what a war of looks was then between 22 Verses 57-59 Venus and ...
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... soft sighs can never grave it : Then love's deep groans I never shall regard , Because Adonis ' heart hath made mine hard . ' ' For shame , ' he cries , ' let go , and let me go ; My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , And ' tis ...
... soft sighs can never grave it : Then love's deep groans I never shall regard , Because Adonis ' heart hath made mine hard . ' ' For shame , ' he cries , ' let go , and let me go ; My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , And ' tis ...
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... soft lips imprinted , What bargains may I make , still to be sealing ? To sell myself I can be well contented , So thou wilt buy , and pay , and use good dealing ; Which purchase if thou make , for fear of slips Set thy seal - manual on ...
... soft lips imprinted , What bargains may I make , still to be sealing ? To sell myself I can be well contented , So thou wilt buy , and pay , and use good dealing ; Which purchase if thou make , for fear of slips Set thy seal - manual on ...
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Anon arms beauty blood boar breast breath cheek Cytherea dead death delight disdain dost doth edition embrace England's Helicon face fair fancy favour fear fire flower forlorn foul Francis Meres frown gentle grief hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Hero and Leander hounds immortal Book Jaggard kiss lips live looks Love's Labour's Lost Lucrece Lust's Marlowe's morn Ne'er never night nought Ovid P.P. xix P.P. xv pale Passionate Pilgrim pity poem poet printed proud queen quoth rhyming Richard Barnfield Richard Field scorn servile Shake Shakespearian shalt shame shine shouldst sighs silly sing smell soft song Sonnets sorrow speare's spring St John's College Steevens conj strike sweet tears tender Tereu Thammuz thee Thine eye thou art thyself title-page tongue unto vaded Venus and Adonis weep Whereat wind wound young Youth ΙΟ
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Page iv - No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrancy of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.
Page 96 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Page 96 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 47 - Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But lust's effect is tempest after sun ; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done : Love surfeits not, lust like a glutton dies ; Love is all truth, lust full of forged lies.
Page 80 - If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs, the sister and the brother, Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
Page 19 - Look when a painter would surpass the life In limning out a well-proportion'd steed, His art with nature's workmanship at strife, As if the dead the living should exceed: So did this horse excel a common one, In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
Page 73 - When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutor'd youth, Unlearned in the world's false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
Page 98 - Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find: Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call, And with such-like flattering, 'Pity but he were a king...
Page 97 - Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry ; ' Tereu, tereu ! ' by and by ; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ! None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees they cannot hear thee ; Ruthless...
Page iv - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other. Or like two rapid streams that, at their first meeting within narrow and rocky banks, mutually strive to repel each other and intermix reluctantly and in tumult, but soon finding a wider channel and more yielding shores...