The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare, Volumul 15F.M. Lupton Publishing Company, 1899 |
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Pagina 23
... deep groans I never shall regard , Because Adonis ' heart hath made mine hard . ' For shame , ' he cries : let go , and let me go : My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , And ' tis your fault I am bereft him so : I pray you ...
... deep groans I never shall regard , Because Adonis ' heart hath made mine hard . ' For shame , ' he cries : let go , and let me go : My day's delight is past , my horse is gone , And ' tis your fault I am bereft him so : I pray you ...
Pagina 25
... deep - sweet music , and heart's deep - sore wounding . ' Had I no eyes , but ears , my ears would love That inward beauty and invisible ; ་ Or , were I deaf , thy outward parts VENUS AND ADONIS . 25 25.
... deep - sweet music , and heart's deep - sore wounding . ' Had I no eyes , but ears , my ears would love That inward beauty and invisible ; ་ Or , were I deaf , thy outward parts VENUS AND ADONIS . 25 25.
Pagina 265
... deep - wounded with a boar Deep in the thigh , a spectacle of ruth ! See in my thigh , ' quoth she , ' here was the sore . ' She showed hers : he saw more wounds than one ; And blushing fled , and left her all alone . IV . Venus , with ...
... deep - wounded with a boar Deep in the thigh , a spectacle of ruth ! See in my thigh , ' quoth she , ' here was the sore . ' She showed hers : he saw more wounds than one ; And blushing fled , and left her all alone . IV . Venus , with ...
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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 leave 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 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