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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Pagina 8
... doth lend her force , Courageously to pluck him from his horse . Over one arm the lusty courser's rein , Under her other was the tender boy , Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain , With leaden appetite , unapt to toy ; She red and ...
... doth lend her force , Courageously to pluck him from his horse . Over one arm the lusty courser's rein , Under her other was the tender boy , Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain , With leaden appetite , unapt to toy ; She red and ...
Pagina 9
... doth she stroke his cheek , now doth he frown , And ' gins to chide , but soon she stops his lips ; And kissing speaks , with lustful language broken , If thou wilt chide , thy lips shall never open . ' He burns with bashful shame ; she ...
... doth she stroke his cheek , now doth he frown , And ' gins to chide , but soon she stops his lips ; And kissing speaks , with lustful language broken , If thou wilt chide , thy lips shall never open . ' He burns with bashful shame ; she ...
Pagina 13
... doth yearly grow ; My flesh is soft and plump , my marrow burning : My smooth moist hand , were it with thy hand felt , Would in thy palm dissolve , or seem to melt . Bid me discourse , I will enchant thine ear ; Or , like a fairy ...
... doth yearly grow ; My flesh is soft and plump , my marrow burning : My smooth moist hand , were it with thy hand felt , Would in thy palm dissolve , or seem to melt . Bid me discourse , I will enchant thine ear ; Or , like a fairy ...
Pagina 15
... doth burn my face ; I must remove . ' ' Ah me ! ' 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 : I'll make a ...
... doth burn my face ; I must remove . ' ' Ah me ! ' 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 : I'll make a ...
Pagina 16
... doth provoke a pause ; Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong : Being judge in love , she cannot right her cause : And now she weeps , and now she fain would speak , And now her sobs do her intendments 1 break . Sometimes she ...
... doth provoke a pause ; Red cheeks and fiery eyes blaze forth her wrong : Being judge in love , she cannot right her cause : And now she weeps , and now she fain would speak , And now her sobs do her intendments 1 break . Sometimes she ...
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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
Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
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 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...
Pagina 218 - If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
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? 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.