nus and adonis(维纳斯和阿多尼斯)-第3章
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crest now stand on end;
His nostrils drink the air; and forth again; As from a furnace; vapours
doth he send: His eye; which scornfully glisters like fire; Shows his hot
courage and his high desire。
Sometime he trots; as if he told the steps; With gentle majesty and
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modest pride; Anon he rears upright; curvets and leaps; As who should say;
'Lo! thus my strength is tried; And this I do to captivate the eye
Of the fair breeder that is standing by。'
What recketh he his rider's angry stir; His flattering 'Holla'; or his
'Stand; I say'?
What cares he now for curb or pricking spur? For rich caparisons or
trapping gay? He sees his love; and nothing else he sees; Nor nothing else
with his proud sight agrees。
Look; when a painter would surpass the life; In limning out a well…
proportion'd steed; His art with nature's workmanship at strife; As if the
dead the living should exceed;
So did this horse excel a common one; In shape; in courage; colour;
pace and bone。
Round…hoof'd; short…jointed; fetlocks shag and long; Broad breast; full
eye; small head; and nostril wide; High crest; short ears; straight legs and
passing strong; Thin mane; thick tail; broad buttock; tender hide: Look;
what a horse should have he did not lack; Save a proud rider on so proud a
back。
Sometimes he scuds far off; and there he stares; Anon he starts at
stirring of a feather; To bid the wind a base he now prepares; And whe'r he
run or fly they know not whether;
For through his mane and tail the high wind sings; Fanning the hairs;
who wave like feather'd wings。
He looks upon his love; and neighs unto her; She answers him as if she
knew his mind;
Being proud; as females are; to see him woo her; She puts on outward
strangeness; seems unkind; Spurns at his love and scorns the heat he feels;
Beating his kind embracements with her heels。
Then; like a melancholy malcontent; He vails his tail; that; like a
falling plume; Cool shadow to his melting buttock lent: He stamps; and
bites the poor flies in his fume。
His love; perceiving how he is enrag'd; Grew kinder; and his fury was
assuag'd。
His testy master goeth about to take him; When lo! the unback'd
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breeder; full of fear;
Jealous of catching; swiftly doth forsake him; With her the horse; and
left Adonis there: As they were mad; unto the wood they hie them;
Outstripping crows that strive to overfly them。
All swoln with chafing; down Adonis sits; Banning his boisterous and
unruly beast: And now the happy season once more fits; That love…sick
Love by pleading may be blest;
For lovers say; the heart hath treble wrong When it is barr'd the
aidance of the tongue。
An oven that is stopp'd; or river stay'd; Burneth more hotly; swelleth
with more rage:
So of concealed sorrow may be said; Free vent of words love's fire
doth assuage; But when the heart's attorney once is mute The client breaks;
as desperate in his suit。
He sees her coming; and begins to glow; Even as a dying coal revives
with wind; And with his bonnet hides his angry brow; Looks on the dull
earth with disturbed mind;
Taking no notice that she is so nigh; For all askance he holds her in
his eye。
O! what a sight it was; wistly to view How she came stealing to the
wayward boy;
To note the fighting conflict of her hue; How white and red each
other did destroy: But now her cheek was pale; and by and by It flash'd
forth fire; as lightning from the sky。
Now was she just before him as he sat; And like a lowly lover down
she kneels; With one fair hand she heaveth up his hat; Her other tender
hand his fair cheek feels:
His tenderer cheek receives her soft hand's print; As apt as new…fall'n
snow takes any dint。
O! what a war of looks was then between them; Her eyes petitioners to
his eyes suing;
His eyes saw her eyes as they had not seen them; Her eyes woo'd still;
his eyes disdain'd the wooing: And all this dumb play had his acts made
plain With tears; which; chorus…like; her eyes did rain。
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Full gently now she takes him by the hand;
A lily prison'd in a gaol of snow; Or ivory in an alabaster band; So
white a friend engirts so white a foe:
This beauteous combat; wilful and unwilling; Show'd like two silver
doves that sit a…billing。
Once more the engine of her thoughts began: 'O fairest mover on this
mortal round;
Would thou wert as I am; and I a man; My heart all whole as thine;
thy heart my wound; For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee;
Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee。'
'Give me my hand;' saith he; 'why dost thou feel it?' 'Give me my
heart;' saith she; 'and thou shalt have it; O! give it me; lest thy hard heart
do steel it; And being steel'd; soft sighs can never grave it:
Then love's deep groans I never shall regard; Because Adonis' heart
hath made mine hard。'
'For shame;' he cries; 'let go; and let me go; My day's delight is past;
my horse is gone;
And 'tis your fault I am bereft him so: I pray you hence; and leave me
here alone: For all my mind; my thought; my busy care; Is how to get my
palfrey from the mare。'
Thus she replies: 'Thy palfrey; as he should; Welcomes the warm
approach of sweet desire: Affection is a coal that must be cool'd; Else;
suffer'd; it will set the heart on fire:
The sea hath bounds; but deep desire hath none; Therefore no marvel
though thy horse be gone。
'How like a Jade he stood; tied to the tree; Servilely master'd with a
leathern rein!
But when he saw his love; his youth's fair fee; He held such petty
bondage in disdain; Throwing the base thong from his bending crest;
Enfranchising his mouth; his back; his breast。
'Who sees his true…love in her naked bed; Teaching the sheets a whiter
hue than white; But; when his glutton eye so full hath fed; His other agents
aim at like delight?
Who is so faint; that dare not bo so bold To touch the fire; the weather
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being cold?
'Let me excuse thy courser; gentle boy; And learn of him; I heartily
beseech thee;
To take advantage on presented joy Though I were dumb; yet his
proceedings teach thee。 O learn to love; the lesson is but plain; And once
made perfect; never lost again。
'I know not love;' quoth he; 'nor will not know it; Unless it be a boar;
and then I chase it; 'Tis much to borrow; and I will not owe it; My love to
love is love but to disgrace it;
For I have heard it is a life in death; That laughs and weeps; and all
but with a breath。
'Who wears a garment shapeless and unfinish'd? Who plucks the bud
before one leaf put forth?
If springing things be any jot diminish'd; They wither in their prime;
prove nothing worth; The colt that's back'd and burden'd being young
Loseth his pride; and never waxeth strong。
'You hurt my hand with wringing Iet us part; And leave this idle theme;
this bootless chat: Remove your