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... sights and fancies weake , He mumbled soft , but would not all his silence breake . XLIII . The Sprite then gan more ... sight . Her all in white he clad , and over it Cast a black stole , most like to seeme for Una fit . XLVI . Now when ...
... sights and fancies weake , He mumbled soft , but would not all his silence breake . XLIII . The Sprite then gan more ... sight . Her all in white he clad , and over it Cast a black stole , most like to seeme for Una fit . XLVI . Now when ...
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... sights And dreames , gan now to take more sound repast ; Whom suddenly he wakes with fearful frights , As one aghast ... sight , He could not rest ; but did his stout heart eat , And wast his inward gall with deepe despight , Yrkesome of ...
... sights And dreames , gan now to take more sound repast ; Whom suddenly he wakes with fearful frights , As one aghast ... sight , He could not rest ; but did his stout heart eat , And wast his inward gall with deepe despight , Yrkesome of ...
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... sight : " O leave her soone , or let her soone be slaine ! ' Her loathly visage viewing with disdaine , Eftsoones I thought her such as she me told , And would have kild her ; but with faigned paine The false Witch did my wrathfull hand ...
... sight : " O leave her soone , or let her soone be slaine ! ' Her loathly visage viewing with disdaine , Eftsoones I thought her such as she me told , And would have kild her ; but with faigned paine The false Witch did my wrathfull hand ...
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... sight ; From her fayre head her fillet she undight , And layd her stole aside : Her angels face , As the great eye of heaven , shyned bright , And made a sunshine in the shady place ; Did never mortall eye behold such heavenly grace ...
... sight ; From her fayre head her fillet she undight , And layd her stole aside : Her angels face , As the great eye of heaven , shyned bright , And made a sunshine in the shady place ; Did never mortall eye behold such heavenly grace ...
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... sight ? Much feared I to have bene quite abhord , Or ought have done , that ye displeasen might ; That should as death unto my deare heart light : For since mine eie your ioyous sight did mis , My chearefull day is turnd to chearelesse ...
... sight ? Much feared I to have bene quite abhord , Or ought have done , that ye displeasen might ; That should as death unto my deare heart light : For since mine eie your ioyous sight did mis , My chearefull day is turnd to chearelesse ...
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Страница 126 - To th' instruments divine respondence meet: The silver sounding instruments did meet With the base murmure of the waters fall; The waters fall with difference discreet, Now soft, now loud, unto the wind did call: The gentle warbling wind low answered to all.
Страница 98 - How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us, that succour want? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant?
Страница 427 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide : To loose good dayes, that might be better spent ; To wast long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow...
Страница 12 - Then choosing out few words most horrible, (Let none them read) thereof did verses frame; With which, and other spelles like terrible, He bad awake blacke Plutoes griesly Dame; And cursed heven; and spake reprochful shame Of highest God, the Lord of life and light: A bold bad man, that dar'd to call by name Great Gorgon, prince of darknes and dead night; At which Cocytus quakes, and Styx is put to flight.
Страница 49 - Or from the field most cowardly doth fly ? Ne let the man ascribe it to his skill, That thorough grace hath gained victory. If any strength we have, it is to ill, But all the good is Gods, both power and eke will.
Страница 466 - As each had bene a Bryde ; And each one had a little wicker basket, Made of fine twigs, entrayled curiously, In which they gathered flowers to fill their flasket, And with fine Fingers crept full feateously The tender stalkes on hye.
Страница 11 - At length they chaunst to meet upon the way An aged sire, in long blacke weedes yclad, His feete all bare, his beard all hoarie gray, And by his belt his booke he hanging had ; Sober he seemde, and very sagely sad ; And to the ground...
Страница 18 - One day, nigh wearie of the yrkesome way, From her unhastie beast she did alight; And on the grasse her dainty limbs did lay In...
Страница 64 - They all perfumde with frankincense divine, And precious odours fetcht from far away, That all the house did sweat with great aray: And all the while sweete Musicke did apply Her curious skill the warbling notes to play, To drive away the dull Melancholy; The whiles one sung a song of love and jollity. 39 During the which there was an heavenly noise Heard sound through all the pallace pleasantly, Like as it had bene many an Angels voice Singing before th...
Страница 2 - For this cause is Xenophon preferred before Plato, for that the one, in the exquisite depth of his judgement...