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- # II. 1075—1098
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This is a section of text, labeled "II. 1075—1098", extracted from a larger text file. It contains lines 2979-3011 of the source file and was extracted on January 30, 2026. The text is part of a chapter titled "VENVS AND ADONIS."
## Context - Background and provenance from related entities
This section is part of the chapter [VENVS AND ADONIS.](arke:01KG6S4EKY2NN9C1PGK59TDRWY), which is contained within the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection. The text was extracted from the file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA). This section follows [II. 1051—1074](arke:01KG6S5M00P4EKVRGK900BJAZ5) and precedes [II. 1099—1122](arke:01KG6S5M00MQBSVS92H8YYSM3S) within the chapter.
## Contents - What it contains, key subjects and details
The section contains a poem about Venus and Adonis. It describes Adonis's death by a boar and Venus's grief. The poem includes vivid imagery of the boar's attack and Venus's reaction, including her staining her face with his blood.
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# VENYS AND ADONIS.
When he beheld his shadow in the brooke,
The fishes spread on it their golden gils,
When he was by the birds such pleasure tooke,
That some would sing, some other in their bills
Would bring him mulberries & ripe-red cherries,
He fed them with his sight, they him with berries.
But this foule, grim, and vrchin-snowed Boare,
Whose downward eye still looketh for a graue:
Ne're saw the beautious liuerie that he wore,
Witnesse the intertainment that he gaue.
If he did see his face, why then I know,
He thought to kiss him, and hath kild him so.
Tis true, tis true, thus was Adonis slaine,
He ran vpon the Boare with his sharpe speare,
Who did not whet his teeth at him againe,
But by a kisse thought to persuade him there.
And noulling in his flanke the louing swine,
Sheath'd vnaware the tuske in his soft groine.
Had I bin tooth'd like him I must confesse,
With kissing him I should haue kild him first,
But he is dead, and never did he blesse
My youth with his, the more am I accurst.
With this she falleth in the place she stood,
And stains her face with his congealed bloud.
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- II. 1075—1098