Hero and Leander: A PoemFrom the Press of C. Whittingham, 1821 - 124 Seiten |
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... wish'd , and yet did not , the time were gone ; - And started then , and blushed , and then was fain To try some work , and then sat down again ; And lost to the green trees with their sweet singers , Tapp'd on the casement's ledge with ...
... wish'd , and yet did not , the time were gone ; - And started then , and blushed , and then was fain To try some work , and then sat down again ; And lost to the green trees with their sweet singers , Tapp'd on the casement's ledge with ...
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... wish'd his arms might be her sphere ; Grief makes her pale , because she moves not there . - His body was as straight as Circe's wand ; Jove might have sipp'd out nectar from his hand , Even as delicious meat is to the taste , So HERO ...
... wish'd his arms might be her sphere ; Grief makes her pale , because she moves not there . - His body was as straight as Circe's wand ; Jove might have sipp'd out nectar from his hand , Even as delicious meat is to the taste , So HERO ...
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... whom she long'd ; Aye , and she wish'd , albeit not from her heart , That he would leave her turret and depart . * From the French verb peser . The mirthful god of amorous pleasure smil'd To see how 28 HERO AND LEANDER .
... whom she long'd ; Aye , and she wish'd , albeit not from her heart , That he would leave her turret and depart . * From the French verb peser . The mirthful god of amorous pleasure smil'd To see how 28 HERO AND LEANDER .
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... wish'd this night were never done , And sigh'd to think upon th ' approaching sun ; For much it griev'd her that the bright day - light Should know the pleasure of this blessed night , And then , like Mars and Ericine , display Both in ...
... wish'd this night were never done , And sigh'd to think upon th ' approaching sun ; For much it griev'd her that the bright day - light Should know the pleasure of this blessed night , And then , like Mars and Ericine , display Both in ...
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... wish'd their mother slain ; She hates their lives , and they their own and hers ; Such strife still grows where sin the race prefers . Love is a golden bubble , full of dreams , That waking breaks , and fills us with extremes . She mus ...
... wish'd their mother slain ; She hates their lives , and they their own and hers ; Such strife still grows where sin the race prefers . Love is a golden bubble , full of dreams , That waking breaks , and fills us with extremes . She mus ...
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Abydos admiration Alcmane amorous arms atheism beauty bliss blood bosom breast bright Chapman chaste cheeks CHRISTOPHER MARLOW colours conceits Cupid dark dear death Decameron delight doth E'en earth edit enamour'd Eucharis eyes face fair fancies Fates Faustus fear feast figur'd fire flame gainst gentle George Chapman goddess golden grace hair hand hath heart Heaven Hell Hellespont HENRY FUSELI HERO AND LEANDER Hero's honour Hymen Jove joys kiss kiss'd light limbs live look look'd lov'd Love's lovers Lust's Dominion maid maidenhead Marlow mind mix'd Musæus naked Neptune night nought nuptial nymph o'er Paris Bordone passion Peristera poem poet rich rites robe Robert Greene sacred Sestos Shakspeare shin'd shine shore sight soul spake spirit star stood sweet swim Tamburlaine thee THIRD SESTYAD Thomas Beard thou thought Tizian torch tower turn'd unto us'd valure Venus verse virgin vow'd vows waves writer wrought youth
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Seite xxxiv - Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul!
Seite lxxiii - Her wide sleeves green, and bordered with a grove, Where Venus in her naked glory strove To please the careless and disdainful eyes Of proud Adonis, that before her lies ; Her kirtle blue, whereon was many a stain, Made with the blood of wretched lovers slain.
Seite xxxv - O, no end is limited to damned souls! Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Or why is this immortal that thou hast? Ah, Pythagoras
Seite xxxiv - Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place ; for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be...
Seite 91 - Love calls to war, Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords- are, The field his arms.
Seite xxxv - The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
Seite lxxiii - And, as she spake those words, came somewhat near him. He started up ; she blushed as one ashamed ; Wherewith Leander much more was inflamed. He touched her hand; in touching it she trembled: Love deeply grounded hardly is dissembled. These lovers parled by the touch of hands : True love is mute, and oft amazed stands. Thus while dumb signs their yielding hearts entangled, The air with sparks of living fire was spangled ; And night...
Seite xxxv - Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on me, And hide me from the heavy wrath of God ! No, no.
Seite 19 - And love that is concealed betrays poor lovers, His secret flame apparently was seen. Leander's father knew where he had been And for the same mildly rebuked his son, Thinking to quench the sparkles new begun.
Seite lxxiii - When misers keep it; being put to loan, In time it will return us two for one. Rich robes themselves and others do adorn; Neither themselves nor others, if not worn. Who builds a palace and rams up the gate, Shall see it ruinous and desolate.