The Temple Shakespeare, Том 39J.M. Dent and Company, 1896 |
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... breed , That thine may live when thou thyself art dead ; And so , in spite of death , thou dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . ' 170 By this , the love - sick queen began to 12 Verses 27-29 Venus and Adonis.
... breed , That thine may live when thou thyself art dead ; And so , in spite of death , thou dost survive , In that thy likeness still is left alive . ' 170 By this , the love - sick queen began to 12 Verses 27-29 Venus and Adonis.
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... dead , Statue contenting but the eye alone , Thing like a man , but of no woman bred ! Thou art no man , though of a man's complexion , For men will kiss even by their own direction . ' This said , impatience chokes her pleading tongue ...
... dead , Statue contenting but the eye alone , Thing like a man , but of no woman bred ! Thou art no man , though of a man's complexion , For men will kiss even by their own direction . ' This said , impatience chokes her pleading tongue ...
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... dead at first , what needs a second striking ? Poor queen of love , in thine own law forlorn , To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn ! 250 Now which way shall she turn ? what shall she say ? Her words are done , her woes the more ...
... dead at first , what needs a second striking ? Poor queen of love , in thine own law forlorn , To love a cheek that smiles at thee in scorn ! 250 Now which way shall she turn ? what shall she say ? Her words are done , her woes the more ...
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... dead the living should exceed ; So did this horse excel a common one In shape , in courage , colour , pace and bone . 290 Round - hoof'd , short - jointed , fetlocks shag and long , Broad breast , full eye , small head and nostril wide ...
... dead the living should exceed ; So did this horse excel a common one In shape , in courage , colour , pace and bone . 290 Round - hoof'd , short - jointed , fetlocks shag and long , Broad breast , full eye , small head and nostril wide ...
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... dead , Claps her pale cheek , till clapping makes it red ; And all amazed brake off his late intent , For sharply he did think to reprehend her , Which cunning love did wittily prevent : Fair fall the wit that can so well defend her ...
... dead , Claps her pale cheek , till clapping makes it red ; And all amazed brake off his late intent , For sharply he did think to reprehend her , Which cunning love did wittily prevent : Fair fall the wit that can so well defend her ...
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Anon arms beauty blood boar breast breath cheek Cytherea dead death delight disdain dost doth edition embrace England's Helicon eyes 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 thou art thyself title-page tongue unto vaded Venus and Adonis weep Whereat wind wound young Youth ΙΟ
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