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    Venus and Adonis
    Venus and Adonis
    Venus and Adonis
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    Venus and Adonis

    By William Shakespeare

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    Venus and Adonis is a poem by William Shakespeare, written in 1592-93, with a plot based on passages from Ovid's Metamorphoses. It is a complex, kaleidoscopic work, using constantly shifting tone and perspective to present contrasting views of the nature of love.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBooklassic
    Release dateJun 22, 2015
    ISBN9789635249718
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    William Shakespeare

    William Shakespeare is widely regarded as the greatest playwright the world has seen. He produced an astonishing amount of work; 37 plays, 154 sonnets, and 5 poems. He died on 23rd April 1616, aged 52, and was buried in the Holy Trinity Church, Stratford.

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      Venus and Adonis - William Shakespeare

      978-963-524-971-8

      Part 1

      Introduction

      Part 2

      VENUS AND ADONIS

        EVEN as the sun with purple-colour'd face

      Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,

      Rose-cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase;

      Hunting he loved, but love he laugh'd to scorn;

      Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him,

      And like a bold-faced suitor 'gins to woo him.

      'Thrice-fairer than myself,' thus she began,

      'The field's chief flower, sweet above compare,

      Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,

      More white and red than doves or roses are;

      Nature that made thee, with herself at strife,

      Saith that the world hath ending with thy life.

      'Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,

      And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow;

      If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed

      A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know:

      Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,

      And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses;

      'And yet not cloy thy lips with loathed satiety,

      But rather famish them amid their plenty,

      Making them red and pale with fresh variety,

      Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty:

      A summer's day will seem an hour but short,

      Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport.'

      With this she seizeth on his sweating palm,

      The precedent of pith and livelihood,

      And trembling in her passion, calls it balm,

      Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good:

      Being so enraged, desire doth lend her force

      Courageously to pluck him from his horse.

      Over one arm the lusty courser's rein,

      Under her other was the tender boy,

      Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain,

      With leaden appetite, unapt to toy;

      She red and hot as coals of glowing fire,

      He red for shame, but frosty in desire.

      The studded bridle on a ragged bough

      Nimbly she fastens:—O, how quick is love!—

      The steed is stalled up, and even now

      To tie the rider she begins to prove:

      Backward she push'd him, as she would be thrust,

      And govern'd him

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