Shakespeare's Venvs & AdonisJ.M. Dent & Company, 1593 - 106 страници |
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... scorn : Sick - thoughted Venus makes amain 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 ...
... scorn : Sick - thoughted Venus makes amain 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 ...
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... scorn ! Now which way shall she turn ? what shall she say ? Her words are done , her woes the more increasing ; The time is spent , her object will away And from her twining arms doth urge releasing . ' Pity , ' she cries , ' some ...
... scorn ! Now which way shall she turn ? what shall she say ? Her words are done , her woes the more increasing ; The time is spent , her object will away And from her twining arms doth urge releasing . ' Pity , ' she cries , ' some ...
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... scorn you , and the wind doth hiss you : But when Adonis lived , sun and sharp air Lurk'd like two thieves , to rob him of his fair . ' And therefore would he put his bonnet on , peep ; Under whose brim the gaudy sun would The wind ...
... scorn you , and the wind doth hiss you : But when Adonis lived , sun and sharp air Lurk'd like two thieves , to rob him of his fair . ' And therefore would he put his bonnet on , peep ; Under whose brim the gaudy sun would The wind ...
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... scorn or friendship , nill I construe whether : ' T may be , she joy'd to jest at my exile , " T may be , again to make me wander thither : Wander , ' a word for shadows like myself , As take the pain , but cannot pluck the pelf . 6 IO ...
... scorn or friendship , nill I construe whether : ' T may be , she joy'd to jest at my exile , " T may be , again to make me wander thither : Wander , ' a word for shadows like myself , As take the pain , but cannot pluck the pelf . 6 IO ...
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... silly cross Wrought all my loss ; O frowning Fortune , cursed , fickle dame ! For now I see Inconstancy More in women than in men remain . 5 IO 15 In black mourn I , All fears scorn I , 90 XVIII . 1-18 The Passionate Pilgrim.
... silly cross Wrought all my loss ; O frowning Fortune , cursed , fickle dame ! For now I see Inconstancy More in women than in men remain . 5 IO 15 In black mourn I , All fears scorn I , 90 XVIII . 1-18 The Passionate Pilgrim.
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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
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