Ellen Terry in “The Merchant of Venice” As there she lives and moves upon the scene, So lived and moved this radiant womanhood In Shakespeare's vision; in such wise she stood Smiling upon Bassanio; such her mien When pity dimmed her eyelids' golden sheen, Hearing Antonio's story, and the blood Paled on her cheek, and all her lightsome mood Was gone. This shape in Shakespeare's thought has been! Thus dreamt he of her in gray London town; Such were her eyes; on such gold-colored hair The grave young judge's velvet cap was set; So stood she lovely in her crimson gown. Mine were a happy cast, could I but snare Her beauty in a sonnet's fragile net. |
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