Restituta: Or, Titles, Extracts, and Characters of Old Books in English Literature, Revived, Volumen2

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Página 114 - 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.
Página 123 - Upon a rock, and underneath a hill, Far from the town, (where all is whist and still, Save that the sea, playing on yellow sand, Sends forth a rattling murmur to the land, Whose sound allures the golden Morpheus In silence of the night to visit us,) My turret stands ; and there, God knows, I play With Venus' swans and sparrows all the day.
Página 118 - It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is over-ruled by fate. When two are stripped, long ere the course begin, We wish that one should lose, the other win; And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots, like in each respect. The reason no man knows; let it suffice, What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Página 114 - She ware no gloves; for neither sun nor wind Would burn or parch her hands, but to her mind, Or warm or cool them, for they took delight To play upon those hands, they were so white.
Página 121 - Which, after his decease, some other gains ; But this fair gem, sweet in the loss alone, When you fleet hence, can be bequeath'd to none ; Or, if it could, down from th...
Página 169 - Even as a bird, which in our hands we wring, Forth plungeth and oft flutters with her wing, She trembling strove. This strife of hers (like that Which made the world) another world begat Of unknown joy. Treason was in her thought, And cunningly to yield herself she sought. Seeming not won, yet won she was at length. In such wars women use but half their strength. Leander now, like Theban Hercules, Entered the orchard of th' Hesperides; Whose fruit none rightly can describe but he That pulls or shakes...
Página 114 - And oftentimes into her bosom flew, About her naked neck his bare arms threw And laid his childish head upon her breast, And, with still panting rock, there took his rest. So lovely fair was Hero, Venus...
Página 117 - She proudly sits) more over-rules the flood Than she the hearts of those that near her stood Even as when gaudy nymphs pursue the chase, Wretched Ixion's shaggy-footed race...
Página 171 - Whence his admiring eyes more pleasure took Than Dis, on heaps of gold fixing his look. By this, Apollo's golden harp began To sound forth music to the ocean; Which watchful Hesperus no sooner heard, But he the...
Página 163 - Much more in subjects having intellect Some hidden influence breeds like effect. Albeit Leander, rude in love and raw, Long dallying with Hero, nothing saw That might delight him more, yet he suspected Some amorous rites or other were neglected.

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