The Works of Christopher Marlowe: With Notes and Some Account of His Life and Writings, 第 3 卷

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William Pickering, 1850 - 407页
 

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第300页 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love. Thy silver dishes for thy meat, As precious as the gods do eat, Shall on an ivory table be Prepared each day for thee and me. The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May-morning : If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
第6页 - Her wide sleeves green, and border'd 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...
第16页 - Nor is't of earth or mould celestial, Or capable of any form at all.) Of that which hath no being, do not boast ; Things that are not at all, are never lost.
第15页 - Are of like worth. Then treasure is abus'd, 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.
第20页 - Then towards the palace of the Destinies, Laden with languishment and grief, he flies, And to those stern nymphs humbly made request, Both might enjoy each other, and be blest.
第28页 - gan so to scorch and glow, 70 As in plain terms (yet cunningly) he crav'd it ; Love always makes those eloquent that have it. She, with a kind of granting, put him by it, And ever, as he thought himself most nigh it, Like to the tree of Tantalus she fled, And seeming lavish, sav'd her maidenhead.
第10页 - So at her presence all surprised and tooken, Await the sentence of her scornful eyes ; He whom she favours lives, the other dies : There might you see one sigh, another rage ; And some, their violent passions to assuage, Compile sharp satires ; but, alas, too late ! For faithful love will never turn to hate.
第28页 - We often kiss it, often look thereon, And stay the messenger that would be gone ; No marvel, then, though Hero would not yield So soon to part from that she dearly held : Jewels being lost are found again ; this never ; Tis lost but once, and once lost, lost for ever.
第36页 - She trembling strove; this strife of hers, like that Which made the world, another world begat Of unknown joy.
第6页 - twas the odor which her breath forth cast : And there for honey bees have sought in vain, And, beat from thence, have lighted there again.

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