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The Passionate Pilgrim

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Act I, Scene 9



  • Shakespeare. Fair was the morn when the fair queen of love,
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    Paler for sorrow than her milk-white dove, 120
    For Adon's sake, a youngster proud and wild;
    Her stand she takes upon a steep-up hill:
    Anon Adonis comes with horn and hounds;
    She, silly queen, with more than love's good will,
    Forbade the boy he should not pass those grounds: 125
    'Once,' quoth she, 'did I see a fair sweet youth
    Here in these brakes deep-wounded with a boar,
    Deep in the thigh, a spectacle of ruth!
    See, in my thigh,' quoth she, 'here was the sore.'
    She showed hers: he saw more wounds than one, 130
    And blushing fled, and left her all alone.