The Temple Shakespeare, Volum 39J.M. Dent and Company, 1896 |
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Pàgina vii
... his early plays , exercised their attraction ; many links might be pointed out connecting Venus and Adonis and Midsummer Night's Dream . diction . * Marlowe's poem , left unfinished at its vii Venus and Adonis , & c . Preface .
... his early plays , exercised their attraction ; many links might be pointed out connecting Venus and Adonis and Midsummer Night's Dream . diction . * Marlowe's poem , left unfinished at its vii Venus and Adonis , & c . Preface .
Pàgina 10
... night ; Love keeps his revels where there are but twain ; Be bold to play , our sport is not in sight : These blue - vein'd violets whereon we lean Never can blab , nor know not what we mean . The tender spring upon thy tempting lip ...
... night ; Love keeps his revels where there are but twain ; Be bold to play , our sport is not in sight : These blue - vein'd violets whereon we lean Never can blab , nor know not what we mean . The tender spring upon thy tempting lip ...
Pàgina 11
... sky , From morn till night , even where I list to sport me : Is love so light , sweet boy , and may it be That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee ? 150 ' Is thine own heart to thine own face affected II Venus and Adonis Verses 24-26.
... sky , From morn till night , even where I list to sport me : Is love so light , sweet boy , and may it be That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee ? 150 ' Is thine own heart to thine own face affected II Venus and Adonis Verses 24-26.
Pàgina 29
... he seeks To mend the hurt that his unkindness marr'd : He kisses her ; and she , by her good will , Will never rise , so he will kiss her still . 470 480 The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day : 29 Venus and Adonis Verses 78-80.
... he seeks To mend the hurt that his unkindness marr'd : He kisses her ; and she , by her good will , Will never rise , so he will kiss her still . 470 480 The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day : 29 Venus and Adonis Verses 78-80.
Pàgina 30
... night . ' O , where am I ? ' quoth she ; ' in earth or heaven , Or in the ocean drench'd , or in the fire ? What hour is this ? or morn or weary even ? Do I delight to die , or life desire ? But now I lived , and life was death's annoy ...
... night . ' O , where am I ? ' quoth she ; ' in earth or heaven , Or in the ocean drench'd , or in the fire ? What hour is this ? or morn or weary even ? Do I delight to die , or life desire ? But now I lived , and life was death's annoy ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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
Passatges populars
Pàgina iv - No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrancy of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.
Pàgina 96 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Pàgina 96 - A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Pàgina 80 - twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
Pàgina 19 - Look when a painter would surpass the life In limning out a well-proportion'd steed, His art with nature's workmanship at strife, As if the dead the living should exceed: So did this horse excel a common one, In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
Pàgina 98 - Every one that flatters thee Is no friend in misery. Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find: Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend; But if store of crowns be scant, No man will supply thy want. If that one be prodigal, Bountiful they will him call, And with such-like flattering, 'Pity but he were a king...
Pàgina 97 - Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry ; ' Tereu, tereu ! ' by and by ; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ! None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees they cannot hear thee ; Ruthless...
Pàgina iv - Shakespeare's poems the creative power and the intellectual energy wrestle as in a war embrace. Each in its excess of strength seems to threaten the extinction of the other. At length in the drama they were reconciled, and fought each with its shield before the breast of the other. Or like two rapid streams that, at their first meeting within narrow and rocky banks, mutually strive to repel each other and intermix reluctantly and in tumult, but soon finding a wider channel and more yielding shores...
Pàgina xiii - Paris, and printing them in a less volume, under the name of another, which may put the world in opinion I might steale them from him...
Pàgina 48 - With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast, And homeward through the dark laund runs apace ; Leaves Love upon her back deeply distress'd. Look, how a bright star shooteth from the sky, So glides he in the night from Venus...