Selections from Spenser's The Faerie Queene: Ed., with Notes and an IntroductionLongmans, Green, and Company, 1921 - 179 страници |
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Acrasia Æneid allegory Archimago armes batteill beast beauty behold blood brest brond CANTO chaunce chaunst corage cruell cursed Cymochles Dame dead deadly deare death devize doest doth Dragon dread dreadfull Dryope Duessa Edited EDMUND SPENSER Eftsoones Elfin knight eternall Faerie Queene faire faire Lady false fast fayre feare feeble feend fierce flowre fowle fownd Gabriel Harvey gentle Gloriana golden goodly grace griefe grone ground Guyon Gyaunt hand hart hath heaven hight Lady litle living wight Lord Mammon mightie mote never nigh nought Palmer poem powre pray Prince Pyrochles quoth rage Red Cross knight rude Satyres sayd seemd selfe sence shee shield sight Sir Huon soone sore sorrow Spenser stanza steed straunge stroke sweet thee Therewith thou tree trembling trew unto vaine vertue villein wandring wearie weene whenas wize wondrous wont wound wrath wyde yron
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Страница 89 - The blazing brightnesse of her beauties beame, And glorious light of her sunshyny face, To tell, were as to strive against the streame: My ragged rimes are all too rude and bace Her heavenly lineaments for to enchace. Ne wonder; for her own deare loved knight, All were she dayly with himselfe in place, Did wonder much at her celestiall sight: Oft had he seene her faire, but never so faire dight.
Страница 11 - He, making speedy way through spersed ayre, And through the world of waters wide and deepe, To Morpheus house doth hastily repaire. Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe, And low, where dawning day doth never peepe, His dwelling is ; there Tethys his wet bed Doth ever wash, and Cynthia still doth steepe In silver deaw his ever-drouping hed, Whiles sad Night over him her mantle black doth spred.
Страница 23 - Soone as the royall virgin he did spy, With gaping mouth at her ran greedily, To have attonce devourd her tender corse ; But to the pray when as he drew more ny, His bloody rage aswaged with remorse, And, with the sight amazd, forgat his furious forse. In stead thereof he kist her wearie feet, And lickt her lilly hands with fawning tong, As he her wronged innocence did weet.
Страница 1 - Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead, as living, ever him ador'd : Upon his shield the like was also scor'd, For soveraine hope which in his helpe he had.
Страница 8 - Ah! my dear sonne," quoth he, " how should, alas! Silly old man, that lives in hidden cell, Bidding his beades all day for his trespas, Tydings of warre and worldly trouble tell ? With holy father sits not with such thinges to mell.
Страница 123 - 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 141 - 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 3 - Enforst to seeke some covert nigh at hand, A shadie grove not farr away they spide, That promist ayde the tempest to withstand ; Whose loftie trees, yclad with sommers pride, Did spred so broad, that heavens light did hide...
Страница 3 - The laurell, meed of mightie conquerours And poets sage ; the firre that weepeth still ; The willow, worne of forlorne paramours; The eugh, obedient to the benders will; The birch for shaftes; the sallow for the mill...
Страница 3 - Led with delight, they thus beguile the way, Untill the blustring storme is overblowne; When, weening to returne whence they did stray, They cannot finde that path, which first was showne But wander too and fro in waies unknowne, Furthest from end then, when they neerest weene, That makes them doubt their wits be not their owne : So many pathes, so many turnings seene, That which of them to take, in diverse doubt they been.