The Works of Edmund Spenser, Том 2

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Bell and Daldy, 1862

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Страница 216 - 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 ! They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us plant ; And all for love, and nothing for reward. O ! why should heavenly God to men have such regard ? The Faerie Queen, Book II.
Страница 328 - Right hard it was for wight which did it heare, To read what manner musicke that mote bee ; For all that pleasing is to living eare Was there consorted in one harmonee ; Birdes, voices, instruments, windes, waters, all agree : The joyous birdes, shrouded in chearefull shade Their notes unto the voice attempred sweet ; Th...
Страница 325 - And over all of purest gold was spred A trayle of yvie in his native hew : For the rich metall was so coloured, That wight, who did not well avis'd it vew, Would surely deeme it to bee yvie trew ; Low his lascivious armes adown did creepe, That themselves dipping in the silver dew Their fleecy flowres they fearefully did steepe, Which drops of christall seemd for wantones to weep.
Страница 196 - Riches, renowme, and principality, Honour, estate, and all this worldes good, For which men swinck and sweat incessantly, Fro me do flow into an ample flood, And in the hollow earth have their eternall brood.
Страница 26 - She was araied all in lilly white, And in her right hand bore a cup of gold, With wine and water fild up to the hight, In which a Serpent did himselfe enfold, That horrour made to all that did behold ; But she no...
Страница 284 - At last, quite ravisht with delight to heare The royall Ofspring of his native land, Cryde out; " Deare countrey ! O! how dearely deare Ought thy remembraunce and perpetuall band Be to thy foster Childe, that from thy hand Did commun breath and nouriture receave. How brutish is it not to understand How much to her we owe, that all us gave ; That gave unto us all what ever good we have.
Страница 32 - She was a woman in her freshest age, Of wondrous beauty, and of bounty rare, With goodly grace and comely personage...
Страница 179 - How they them selves doe thine ensample make, Whiles nothing envious nature them forth throwes Out of her fruitfull lap ; how no man knowes, They spring, they bud, they blossome fresh and faire, And decke the world with their rich pompous showes ; Yet no man for them taketh paines or care, Yet no man to them can his carefull paines compare.
Страница 13 - And all about old stockes and stubs of trees, Whereon nor fruit nor leafe was ever...
Страница 328 - Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound, Of all that mote delight a daintie eare, Such as attonce might not on living ground, Save in this Paradise, be heard elsewhere : Right hard it was for wight which did it heare, To read what manner musicke that mote bee ; For all that pleasing is to living eare Was there consorted in one harmonee ; Birdes...

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