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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... unto him , And like a bold - faced suitor ' gins to woo him . Thrice fairer than myself , ' thus she began , The field's chief flower , sweet above compare , Stain to all nymphs , more lovely than a man , More white and red than doves ...
... unto him , And like a bold - faced suitor ' gins to woo him . Thrice fairer than myself , ' thus she began , The field's chief flower , sweet above compare , Stain to all nymphs , more lovely than a man , More white and red than doves ...
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... . Is love so light , sweet boy ; and may it be , That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee ? 1 What we now call blue eyes , were in Shakspeare's time called gray . Is thine own heart to thine own face affected ? VENUS AND ADONIS . 13.
... . Is love so light , sweet boy ; and may it be , That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee ? 1 What we now call blue eyes , were in Shakspeare's time called gray . Is thine own heart to thine own face affected ? VENUS AND ADONIS . 13.
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... unto a tree , Breaketh his rein , and to her straight goes he . Imperiously he leaps , he neighs , he bounds , And now his woven girths he breaks asunder ; The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds , Whose hollow womb resounds like ...
... unto a tree , Breaketh his rein , and to her straight goes he . Imperiously he leaps , he neighs , he bounds , And now his woven girths he breaks asunder ; The bearing earth with his hard hoof he wounds , Whose hollow womb resounds like ...
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... unto her ; She answers him , as if she knew his mind : Being proud , as females are , to see him woo her , She puts on outward strangeness , seems unkind ; Spurns at his love , and scorns the heat he feels , Beating his kind ...
... unto her ; She answers him , as if she knew his mind : Being proud , as females are , to see him woo her , She puts on outward strangeness , seems unkind ; Spurns at his love , and scorns the heat he feels , Beating his kind ...
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William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. As they were mad , unto the wood they hie them ; Outstripping crows , that strive to overfly them . All swoln with chasing , down Adonis sits , Banning1 his boisterous and unruly beast ; And now ...
William Shakespeare Abraham John Valpy. As they were mad , unto the wood they hie them ; Outstripping crows , that strive to overfly them . All swoln with chasing , down Adonis sits , Banning1 his boisterous and unruly beast ; And now ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
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
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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.
Página 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.
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 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...
Página 218 - If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Página 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.
Página 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.
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? 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.