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الصفحة viii
... wound , His pretty tears betokening his annoy , His sighs , his cries , his falling on the ground , The echoes ringing from the rocks his fall , The trees with tears reporting of his thrall , " etc. An interesting problem is whether ...
... wound , His pretty tears betokening his annoy , His sighs , his cries , his falling on the ground , The echoes ringing from the rocks his fall , The trees with tears reporting of his thrall , " etc. An interesting problem is whether ...
الصفحة xii
... wounds of the Naaman . " According to Bion , the rose sprung from the blood of Adonis , the anemone from his tears . In the Greek myth , Aphrodite has taken the place of Astarte ; probably the name of the Greek Venus is itself a ...
... wounds of the Naaman . " According to Bion , the rose sprung from the blood of Adonis , the anemone from his tears . In the Greek myth , Aphrodite has taken the place of Astarte ; probably the name of the Greek Venus is itself a ...
الصفحة 18
... wounds , Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder The iron bit he crusheth ' tween his teeth , Controlling what he was controlled with . His ears up - prick'd ; his braided hanging mane Upon his compass'd crest now stand on end ...
... wounds , Whose hollow womb resounds like heaven's thunder The iron bit he crusheth ' tween his teeth , Controlling what he was controlled with . His ears up - prick'd ; his braided hanging mane Upon his compass'd crest now stand on end ...
الصفحة 23
... My heart all whole as thine , thy heart my wound ; 370 For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee , Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee . ' ' Give me my hand , ' saith he ; 23 Venus and Adonis Verses 60-62.
... My heart all whole as thine , thy heart my wound ; 370 For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee , Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee . ' ' Give me my hand , ' saith he ; 23 Venus and Adonis Verses 60-62.
الصفحة 54
... wound , ' Gainst venom'd sores the only sovereign plaster ; And here she meets another sadly scowling , To whom she speaks , and he replies with howling . When he hath ceased his ill - resounding noise , Another flap - mouth'd mourner ...
... wound , ' Gainst venom'd sores the only sovereign plaster ; And here she meets another sadly scowling , To whom she speaks , and he replies with howling . When he hath ceased his ill - resounding noise , Another flap - mouth'd mourner ...
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Anon arms beauty blood boar breast breath cheek Cytherea dead death delight disdain dost doth edition embrace England's Helicon eyes 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 thou art thyself title-page tongue unto vaded Venus and Adonis weep Whereat wind wound young Youth ΙΟ
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 80 - 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة xiii - Paris, and printing them in a less volume, under the name of another, which may put the world in opinion I might steale them from him...
الصفحة 48 - With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, And homeward through the dark laund runs apace ; Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd. Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus...