The Poems of William Shakespeare: Comprehending Venus and Adonis, Tarquin and Lucrece, and Poems on Several OccasionsMunroe, Francis and Parker, 1808 - 204 psl. |
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... face , Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn , Rose - cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase : Hunting he lov'd , but love he laugh'd to scorn . Sick - thoughted Venus makes amain unto him , And like a bold - fac'd suitor ' gins to ...
... face , Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn , Rose - cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase : Hunting he lov'd , but love he laugh'd to scorn . Sick - thoughted Venus makes amain unto him , And like a bold - fac'd suitor ' gins to ...
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... obey , Panting he lies , and breathing in her face ; She feedeth on the stream as on a prey , And calls it heavenly moisture ! air of grace ! Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers , So 10 VENUS AND ADONIS .
... obey , Panting he lies , and breathing in her face ; She feedeth on the stream as on a prey , And calls it heavenly moisture ! air of grace ! Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers , So 10 VENUS AND ADONIS .
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... face affected ? Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left ? Then woo thyself , be of thyself rejected , Steal thine own freedom , and complain of theft . Narcissus so himself , himself forsook , And died to kiss his shadow in the ...
... face affected ? Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left ? Then woo thyself , be of thyself rejected , Steal thine own freedom , and complain of theft . Narcissus so himself , himself forsook , And died to kiss his shadow in the ...
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... face , I must remove ! Ah me ! ( quoth Venus ) young , and so unkind : What bare excuses mak'st thou to be gone ? I'll sigh celestial breath , whose gentle wind Shall cool the heat of this descending sun .. I'll make a shadow for thee ...
... face , I must remove ! Ah me ! ( quoth Venus ) young , and so unkind : What bare excuses mak'st thou to be gone ? I'll sigh celestial breath , whose gentle wind Shall cool the heat of this descending sun .. I'll make a shadow for thee ...
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... face excelling , Comes breath perfum'd that breedeth love by smelling . But , oh ! what banquet wert thou to the taste , Being nurse and feeder of the other four . Would they not wish the feast should ever last , And bid suspicion ...
... face excelling , Comes breath perfum'd that breedeth love by smelling . But , oh ! what banquet wert thou to the taste , Being nurse and feeder of the other four . Would they not wish the feast should ever last , And bid suspicion ...
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Adonis art thou bear beauteous beauty beauty's behold blood blushing breast breath brow cheeks Colatine dead dear death deeds delight desire dost thou doth face fair fair lord false fame fear fire flowers foul gainst gentle give grace grief groans hand hate hath hear heart heaven Helen hide honour Ilium Jove king kiss Laomedon Lest lips live looks love's love's fire Lucrece Lucretius lust may'st Menelaus mind never night numbers o'er pale Phrygian pity pleasure poison'd poor praise Priam Procris proud queen quoth rage rich seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shalt shame sighs sight sorrow soul strive swear sweet Tarquin tears Tereu thee Theseus thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou wilt thought thro thy love thyself time's tongue Troy true truth unto Venus VENUS AND ADONIS vex'd weep Whilst wind wound youth
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