Hero and Leander: A PoemFrom the Press of C. Whittingham, 1821 - 124 من الصفحات |
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Abydos admiration Alcmane amorous arms atheism beauty bliss blood bosom breast bright Chapman chaste cheeks CHRISTOPHER MARLOW colours conceits Cupid dark dear death Decameron delight doth E'en earth edit enamour'd Eucharis eyes face fair fancies Fates Faustus fear feast figur'd fire flame gainst gentle George Chapman goddess golden grace hair hand hath heart Heaven Hell Hellespont HENRY FUSELI HERO AND LEANDER Hero's honour Hymen Jove joys kiss kiss'd light limbs live look look'd lov'd Love's lovers Lust's Dominion maid maidenhead Marlow mind mix'd Musæus naked Neptune night nought nuptial nymph o'er Paris Bordone passion Peristera poem poet rich rites robe Robert Greene sacred Sestos Shakspeare shin'd shine shore sight soul spake spirit star stood sweet swim Tamburlaine thee THIRD SESTYAD Thomas Beard thou thought Tizian torch tower turn'd unto us'd valure Venus verse virgin vow'd vows waves writer wrought youth
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الصفحة xxxiv - Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul!
الصفحة lxxiii - Her wide sleeves green, and bordered with a grove, Where Venus in her naked glory strove To please the careless and disdainful eyes Of proud Adonis, that before her lies ; Her kirtle blue, whereon was many a stain, Made with the blood of wretched lovers slain.
الصفحة xxxv - O, no end is limited to damned souls! Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Or why is this immortal that thou hast? Ah, Pythagoras
الصفحة xxxiv - Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place ; for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be...
الصفحة 91 - Love calls to war, Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords- are, The field his arms.
الصفحة xxxv - The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
الصفحة lxxiii - And, as she spake those words, came somewhat near him. He started up ; she blushed as one ashamed ; Wherewith Leander much more was inflamed. He touched her hand; in touching it she trembled: Love deeply grounded hardly is dissembled. These lovers parled by the touch of hands : True love is mute, and oft amazed stands. Thus while dumb signs their yielding hearts entangled, The air with sparks of living fire was spangled ; And night...
الصفحة xxxv - Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on me, And hide me from the heavy wrath of God ! No, no.
الصفحة 19 - And love that is concealed betrays poor lovers, His secret flame apparently was seen. Leander's father knew where he had been And for the same mildly rebuked his son, Thinking to quench the sparkles new begun.
الصفحة lxxiii - When misers keep it; being put to loan, In time it will return us two for one. Rich robes themselves and others do adorn; Neither themselves nor others, if not worn. Who builds a palace and rams up the gate, Shall see it ruinous and desolate.