The Temple Shakespeare, Volume 39J.M. Dent and Company, 1896 |
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Pagina 4
... balm , Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good : Being so enraged , desire doth lend her force Courageously to pluck him from his horse . 20 30 Over one arm the lusty courser's rein , Under her 4 Verses 3-5 Venus and Adonis.
... balm , Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good : Being so enraged , desire doth lend her force Courageously to pluck him from his horse . 20 30 Over one arm the lusty courser's rein , Under her 4 Verses 3-5 Venus and Adonis.
Pagina 5
... desire . The studded bridle on a ragged bough Nimbly she fastens O , how quick is love ! - The steed is stalled up , and even now To tie the rider she begins to prove : Backward she push'd him , as she would be thrust , And govern'd him ...
... desire . The studded bridle on a ragged bough Nimbly she fastens O , how quick is love ! - The steed is stalled up , and even now To tie the rider she begins to prove : Backward she push'd him , as she would be thrust , And govern'd him ...
Pagina 18
... desire . Sometime he trots , as if he told the steps , With gentle majesty and modest pride ; Anon he rears upright , curvets and leaps , ; 270 As who should say Lo , thus my strength is tried ; 280 And this I do to captivate the eye Of ...
... desire . Sometime he trots , as if he told the steps , With gentle majesty and modest pride ; Anon he rears upright , curvets and leaps , ; 270 As who should say Lo , thus my strength is tried ; 280 And this I do to captivate the eye Of ...
Pagina 24
... desire Affection is a coal that must be cool'd ; Else , suffer'd , it will set the heart on fire : : 380 The sea hath bounds , but deep desire hath none ; Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone . 390 How like a jade he stood ...
... desire Affection is a coal that must be cool'd ; Else , suffer'd , it will set the heart on fire : : 380 The sea hath bounds , but deep desire hath none ; Therefore no marvel though thy horse be gone . 390 How like a jade he stood ...
Pagina 30
... ? or morn or weary even ? Do I delight to die , or life desire ? But now I lived , and life was death's annoy ; But now I died , and death was lively joy . O , thou didst kill me : kill me once 30 Verses 81-83 Venus and Adonis.
... ? or morn or weary even ? Do I delight to die , or life desire ? But now I lived , and life was death's annoy ; But now I died , and death was lively joy . O , thou didst kill me : kill me once 30 Verses 81-83 Venus and Adonis.
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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
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 - 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 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 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...
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 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...