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... soul of Euphorbus , ' says Meres , in his Wit's Treasury , 1598 , was thought to live in Pythagoras , so the sweet , witty soul of Ovid lives in mel- lifluous and honey - tongued Shakspeare . Witness his Venus and Adonis , his Lucrece ...
... soul of Euphorbus , ' says Meres , in his Wit's Treasury , 1598 , was thought to live in Pythagoras , so the sweet , witty soul of Ovid lives in mel- lifluous and honey - tongued Shakspeare . Witness his Venus and Adonis , his Lucrece ...
Pagina 83
... alabaster skin , Her coral lips , her snow - white , dimpled chin . As the grim lion fawneth o'er his prey , Sharp hunger by the conquest satisfied , So o'er this sleeping soul doth Tarquin stay , His THE RAPE OF LUCRECE . 83.
... alabaster skin , Her coral lips , her snow - white , dimpled chin . As the grim lion fawneth o'er his prey , Sharp hunger by the conquest satisfied , So o'er this sleeping soul doth Tarquin stay , His THE RAPE OF LUCRECE . 83.
Pagina 84
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. So o'er this sleeping soul doth Tarquin stay , His rage of lust by gazing qualified ; Slack'd , not suppress'd ; for standing by her side His eye , which late this mutiny restrains , Unto a greater ...
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. So o'er this sleeping soul doth Tarquin stay , His rage of lust by gazing qualified ; Slack'd , not suppress'd ; for standing by her side His eye , which late this mutiny restrains , Unto a greater ...
Pagina 86
... comprehends : But will is deaf , and hears no heedful friends ; Only he hath an eye to gaze on beauty , And dotes on what he looks , ' gainst law or duty . • I have debated , even in my soul , 86 THE RAPE OF LUCRECE .
... comprehends : But will is deaf , and hears no heedful friends ; Only he hath an eye to gaze on beauty , And dotes on what he looks , ' gainst law or duty . • I have debated , even in my soul , 86 THE RAPE OF LUCRECE .
Pagina 87
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. • I have debated , even in my soul , What wrong , what shame , what sorrow I shall breed ; But nothing can affection's course control , Or stop the headlong fury of his speed . I know repentant ...
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. • I have debated , even in my soul , What wrong , what shame , what sorrow I shall breed ; But nothing can affection's course control , Or stop the headlong fury of his speed . I know repentant ...
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Adonis bear beauteous beauty's behold blood blushing boar breast breath 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 ne'er 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 VENUS AND ADONIS weary weep wherein wind words wound youth
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Pagina 184 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Pagina 166 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 158 - If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.
Pagina 214 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Pagina 165 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Pagina 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?
Pagina 200 - Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate. The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches where is my deserving ? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving.
Pagina 167 - And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme, Exceeded by the height of happier men. O, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought: ' Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had...
Pagina 235 - And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out. CXLV Those lips that Love's own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate...