 Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous...  Tremaine: Or, The Man of Refinement - Page 149by Robert Plumer Ward - 1825Full view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 1990 - 274 pages
...water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggared all description: she did lie In her pavilion - cloth of gold, of tissue O'erpicturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature. On each side her Stood pretty dimpled... | |
 | Peggy Muņoz Simonds - Literary Criticism - 1992 - 393 pages
...Burnt on the water. The poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to...did lie In her pavilion — cloth of gold, of tissue — O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature. On each side her Stood pretty... | |
 | Jennifer Mulherin, Abigail Frost - 1993 - 31 pages
...Bum'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to...beggar'd all description; she did lie In her pavilion, - cloth-of-gold of tissue, O'er-picturing that Venus where we see The fancy outwork nature; Act ii... | |
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