Shakespeare's Venvs & AdonisJ.M. Dent & Company, 1593 - 106 sider |
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... Sometimes she shakes her head , and then his hand , Now gazeth she on him , now on the ground ; Sometimes her arms infold him like a band : She would , he will not in her arms be bound ; And when from thence he struggles to be gone ...
... Sometimes she shakes her head , and then his hand , Now gazeth she on him , now on the ground ; Sometimes her arms infold him like a band : She would , he will not in her arms be bound ; And when from thence he struggles to be gone ...
Side 18
... Sometime he trots , as if he told the steps , With gentle majesty and modest pride ; Anon he rears upright , curvets and leaps , As who should say ' Lo , thus my strength is tried ; 280 And this I do to captivate the eye Of the fair ...
... Sometime he trots , as if he told the steps , With gentle majesty and modest pride ; Anon he rears upright , curvets and leaps , As who should say ' Lo , thus my strength is tried ; 280 And this I do to captivate the eye Of the fair ...
Side 19
... mane , thick tail , broad buttock , tender hide : Look , what a horse should have he did not lack , Save a proud rider on so proud a back . 300 Sometime he scuds far off , and there he stares 19 Venus and Adonis Verses 48-50.
... mane , thick tail , broad buttock , tender hide : Look , what a horse should have he did not lack , Save a proud rider on so proud a back . 300 Sometime he scuds far off , and there he stares 19 Venus and Adonis Verses 48-50.
Side 20
William Shakespeare. Sometime he scuds far off , and there he stares ; Anon he starts at stirring of a feather ; To bid the wind a base he now prepares , And whether he run or fly they know not whether ; For through his mane and tail the ...
William Shakespeare. Sometime he scuds far off , and there he stares ; Anon he starts at stirring of a feather ; To bid the wind a base he now prepares , And whether he run or fly they know not whether ; For through his mane and tail the ...
Side 39
... sometime true news , sometime false doth bring , Knocks at my heart , and whispers in mine ear , That if I love thee , I thy death should fear : 660 ' And more than so , presenteth to mine eye 39 Venus and Adonis Verses 108-110.
... sometime true news , sometime false doth bring , Knocks at my heart , and whispers in mine ear , That if I love thee , I thy death should fear : 660 ' And more than so , presenteth to mine eye 39 Venus and Adonis Verses 108-110.
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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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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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...