Shakespeare's Venvs & AdonisJ.M. Dent & Company, 1593 - 106 pagina's |
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Pagina 13
... quoth Venus , young , and so unkind ! What bare excuses makest thou to be gone ! I'll sigh celestial breath , whose gentle wind Shall cool the heat of this descending sun : 180 190 I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs ; If they burn ...
... quoth Venus , young , and so unkind ! What bare excuses makest thou to be gone ! I'll sigh celestial breath , whose gentle wind Shall cool the heat of this descending sun : 180 190 I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs ; If they burn ...
Pagina 25
... presented joy ; Though I were dumb , yet his proceedings teach thee : O , learn to love ; the lesson is but plain , And once made perfect , never lost again . ' 400 ' I know not love , ' quoth he , 25 Venus and Adonis Verses 66-68.
... presented joy ; Though I were dumb , yet his proceedings teach thee : O , learn to love ; the lesson is but plain , And once made perfect , never lost again . ' 400 ' I know not love , ' quoth he , 25 Venus and Adonis Verses 66-68.
Pagina 26
William Shakespeare. ' I know not love , ' quoth he , nor will not know it , Unless it be a boar , and then I chase it ; ' Tis much to borrow , and I will not owe it ; My love to love is love but to disgrace it ; For I have heard it is a ...
William Shakespeare. ' I know not love , ' quoth he , nor will not know it , Unless it be a boar , and then I chase it ; ' Tis much to borrow , and I will not owe it ; My love to love is love but to disgrace it ; For I have heard it is a ...
Pagina 27
William Shakespeare. ' What ! canst thou talk ? ' quoth she , ' hast thou a tongue ? O , would thou hadst not , or I had no hearing ! Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong ; I had my load before , now press'd with bearing ...
William Shakespeare. ' What ! canst thou talk ? ' quoth she , ' hast thou a tongue ? O , would thou hadst not , or I had no hearing ! Thy mermaid's voice hath done me double wrong ; I had my load before , now press'd with bearing ...
Pagina 30
... quoth she ; in earth or heaven , Or in the ocean drench'd , or in the fire ? What hour is this ? or morn or weary even ? Do I delight to die , or life desire ? annoy ; But now I lived , and life was death's But now I died , and death ...
... quoth she ; in earth or heaven , Or in the ocean drench'd , or in the fire ? What hour is this ? or morn or weary even ? Do I delight to die , or life desire ? annoy ; But now I lived , and life was death's But now I died , and death ...
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Shakespeare's Venvs & Adonis: &c. with Preface, Glossary, Etc William Shakespeare Volledige weergave - 1906 |
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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
Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...