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... ; She red and hot , as coals of glowing fire ; He red for shame , but frosty in 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 VENUS AND ADONIS .
... ; She red and hot , as coals of glowing fire ; He red for shame , but frosty in 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 VENUS AND ADONIS .
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... fire must burn . ' O , pity , ' ' gan she cry , flint - hearted boy ! ' Tis but a kiss I beg : why art thou coy ? ' I have been woo'd , as I entreat thee now , Even by the stern and direful god of war , Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er ...
... fire must burn . ' O , pity , ' ' gan she cry , flint - hearted boy ! ' Tis but a kiss I beg : why art thou coy ? ' I have been woo'd , as I entreat thee now , Even by the stern and direful god of war , Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er ...
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... fire ; Not gross to sink , but light , and will aspire . • Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie : These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me ; Two strengthless doves will draw me through the sky , From morn to night , even ...
... fire ; Not gross to sink , but light , and will aspire . • Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie : These forceless flowers like sturdy trees support me ; Two strengthless doves will draw me through the sky , From morn to night , even ...
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... fire that burneth me : And were I not immortal , life were done , Between this heavenly and earthly sun . Art thou obdurate , flinty , hard as steel ? Nay , more than flint , for stone at rain relenteth : Art thou a woman's son , and ...
... fire that burneth me : And were I not immortal , life were done , Between this heavenly and earthly sun . Art thou obdurate , flinty , hard as steel ? Nay , more than flint , for stone at rain relenteth : Art thou a woman's son , and ...
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... ; His nostrils drink the air , and forth again , As from a furnace , vapors doth he send : 1 Remorse is here used for tenderness . 2 Arched . His eye , which scornfully glisters like fire , Shows 18 VENUS AND ADONIS .
... ; His nostrils drink the air , and forth again , As from a furnace , vapors doth he send : 1 Remorse is here used for tenderness . 2 Arched . His eye , which scornfully glisters like fire , Shows 18 VENUS AND ADONIS .
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...