Spenser, DanielAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... deadly darte : Whilome on him was all my care and ioye , Forcing with giftes to winne his wanton heart . But now from me his madding minde is start , And wooes the widdowes daughter of the glenne ; So now fayre Rosalind hath bredde his ...
... deadly darte : Whilome on him was all my care and ioye , Forcing with giftes to winne his wanton heart . But now from me his madding minde is start , And wooes the widdowes daughter of the glenne ; So now fayre Rosalind hath bredde his ...
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... deadly spight . And thou , Menalcas ! that by trecherce Didst underfonge my lasse to wexe so light , Shouldst well be knowne for such thy villanee . But since I am not as I wishe I were , HOB . O carefull Colin , I lament thy case ; Thy ...
... deadly spight . And thou , Menalcas ! that by trecherce Didst underfonge my lasse to wexe so light , Shouldst well be knowne for such thy villanee . But since I am not as I wishe I were , HOB . O carefull Colin , I lament thy case ; Thy ...
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... of such as chaunge my restlesse woe . Help me , yee banefull byrds ! whose shrieking sound Is signe of dreery death , my deadly cries Ꭰ " Most ruthfully to tune : and as my cryes THE SHEPHEARDS CALENDER . AUGUST . 33.
... of such as chaunge my restlesse woe . Help me , yee banefull byrds ! whose shrieking sound Is signe of dreery death , my deadly cries Ꭰ " Most ruthfully to tune : and as my cryes THE SHEPHEARDS CALENDER . AUGUST . 33.
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... deadly night . O heavie herse ! Breake we our pipes , that shrild as lowde as larke ; O carefull verse ! " Why doe we longer live , ( ah ! why live we so long ? ) Whose better dayes Death hath shut up in woe ? The fayrest flowre our ...
... deadly night . O heavie herse ! Breake we our pipes , that shrild as lowde as larke ; O carefull verse ! " Why doe we longer live , ( ah ! why live we so long ? ) Whose better dayes Death hath shut up in woe ? The fayrest flowre our ...
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... deadly spight , And gates of Hell , and fyrie furies force , She hath the bonds broke of eternall night , Her soule unbodied of the burdenous corse . Why then weepes Lobbin so without remorse ? O Lobb ! thy losse no longer lament ; Dido ...
... deadly spight , And gates of Hell , and fyrie furies force , She hath the bonds broke of eternall night , Her soule unbodied of the burdenous corse . Why then weepes Lobbin so without remorse ? O Lobb ! thy losse no longer lament ; Dido ...
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Страница 413 - That even to the heavens theyr shouting shrill Doth reach, and all the firmament doth fill; To which the people standing all about, As in approvance, doe thereto applaud, And loud advaunce her laud; And evermore they Hymen, Hymen sing, That al the woods them answer, and theyr eccho ring.
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Страница 413 - Almighties view ; Of her ye virgins learne obedience, When so ye come into those holy places, To humble your proud faces : Bring her up to th' high altar, that she may The sacred ceremonies there partake, The which do endlesse matrimony make ; And let the roring Organs loudly play The praises of the Lord in lively notes ; The whiles, with hollow throates, The Choristers the joyous Antheme sing, That al the woods may answere, and their eccho ring.
Страница 413 - The more they on it stare. But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground, Are governed with goodly modesty, That suffers not one look to glaunce awry, Which may let in a little thought unsownd.
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Страница 43 - So in the person of Prince Arthure I sette forth Magnificence in particular ; which vertue for that (according to Aristotle and the rest) it is the perfection of all the rest, and conteineth in it them all...