Venus and Adonis (Modern)

Author: William Shakespeare

Editor: Hardy M. Cook

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Venus and Adonis (Modern)
- Work
- Stanza
  1. Dedication
  2. 1 — 5
  3. 6 — 10
  4. 11 — 15
  5. 16 — 20
  6. 21 — 25
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Venus and Adonis (Quarto 1, 1592-3)
- Work
- Stanza
  1. Title Page
  2. Dedication
  3. 2 — 6
  4. 7 — 11
  5. 12 — 16
  6. 17 — 21
  7. 22 — 26
  8. 27 — 31
  9. 32 — 36
  10. 37 — 41
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¶This solemn sympathy, poor Venus noteth.
¶Over one shoulder doth she hang her head.
¶Dumbly she passions; franticly she doteth.
1060She thinks he could not die; he is not dead.
¶_Her voice is stopped; her joints forget to bow;
¶_Her eyes are mad that they have wept till now.

¶Upon his hurt she looks so steadfastly,
¶That her sight dazzling makes the wound seem three;
1065And then she reprehends her mangling eye,
¶That makes more gashes where no breach should be.
¶_His face seems twain; each several limb is doubled;
¶_For oft the eye mistakes, the brain being troubled.

¶"My tongue cannot express my grief for one,
1070And yet," quoth she, "behold two Adons dead.
¶My sighs are blown away; my salt tears gone;
¶Mine eyes are turned to fire; my heart to lead.
¶_Heavy heart's lead, melt at mine eyes' red fire;
¶_So shall I die by drops of hot desire.

1075"Alas, poor world, what treasure hast thou lost;
¶What face remains alive that's worth the viewing?
¶Whose tongue is music now? What canst thou boast
¶Of things long since, or anything ensuing?
¶_The flowers are sweet, their colors fresh and trim;
1080_But true sweet beauty lived and died with him.

¶"Bonnet nor veil henceforth no creature wear;
¶Nor sun nor wind will ever strive to kiss you.
¶Having no fair to lose, you need not fear;
¶The sun doth scorn you, and the wind doth hiss you;
1085_But when Adonis lived, sun and sharp air
¶_Lurked like two thieves to rob him of his fair.

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