The Plays & Poems of Shakespeare: Venus & Adonis. The rape of Lucrece. Sonnets. A lover's complaint. The passionate pilgrim. Index to the striking passages & beautiesH:O. Bohn, 1857 |
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... some time previous to the appearance of this poem ; although no earlier copy of it can now be found than that contained in England's Helicon , 1600 . THE EPISTLE . TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY , VENUS AND ADONIS •
... some time previous to the appearance of this poem ; although no earlier copy of it can now be found than that contained in England's Helicon , 1600 . THE EPISTLE . TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY , VENUS AND ADONIS •
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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 ...
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... 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 ; And this I do to captivate the eye Of the fair breeder ...
... 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 ; And this I do to captivate the eye Of the fair breeder ...
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William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. Sometime he scuds far off , and there he stares ; Anon he starts at stirring ... sometimes termed prison - base , or prison - bars . 2 Lowers . As they were mad , unto the wood they hie 20 VENUS AND ...
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. Sometime he scuds far off , and there he stares ; Anon he starts at stirring ... sometimes termed prison - base , or prison - bars . 2 Lowers . As they were mad , unto the wood they hie 20 VENUS AND ...
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... 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 : And more than so , presenteth to mine eye The picture of an angry , chafing boar , Under ...
... 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 : And more than so , presenteth to mine eye The picture of an angry , chafing boar , Under ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Adonis bear beauteous beauty's behold blood blushing boar breast breath bright brow cheeks Collatine dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth face fair fair lords falchion false fault fear fire flower forsworn foul gainst gentle give grace grief groans hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honor kiss lend light lips live looks love's love's fire Love's Labor's Lost LOVER'S COMPLAINT Lucrece lust mayst mind Muse never night numbers o'er pale PASSIONATE PILGRIM pity poison'd poor praise Priam pride proud quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE seem'd shadow SHAK shame sighs sight Sonnet sorrow soul swear Tarquin tears thee thence thine eyes thing thou art thou dost thou shalt thou wilt thought thy love thy sweet thyself Time's tongue true truth unto Venus and Adonis weary weep wherein wind words wound youth
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الصفحة 158 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
الصفحة 212 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
الصفحة 266 - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care: Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
الصفحة 213 - To leave for nothing all thy sum of good ; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose ; in it thou art my all. ex. Alas, 'tis true I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view...
الصفحة 218 - If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
الصفحة 231 - But wherefore says she not she is unjust? And wherefore say not I that I am old? O love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told. Therefore I lie with her, and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
الصفحة 226 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, — and prov'd, a very woe; Before, a joy propos'd; behind, a dream.
الصفحة 200 - Was it the proud full sail of his great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew? Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead? No, neither he, nor his compeers by night Giving him aid, my verse astonished. He, nor that affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence, As victors of my silence cannot boast — I was not sick of any fear...
الصفحة 213 - Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie : That is my home of love : if I have ranged, Like him that travels I return again, Just to the time, not with the time exchanged, So that myself bring water for my stain.
الصفحة 197 - I, once gone, to all the world must die. The earth can yield me but a common grave. When you entombed in men's eyes shall lie. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read. And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.