The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Spenser, DanielAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... deare , Now loves a lasse that all his love doth scorne : He , plunged in paine , his tressed locks doth teare ; Shepheards delights he doth them all forsweare ; His pleasaunt pipe , which made us merriment , He wilfully hath broke ...
... deare , Now loves a lasse that all his love doth scorne : He , plunged in paine , his tressed locks doth teare ; Shepheards delights he doth them all forsweare ; His pleasaunt pipe , which made us merriment , He wilfully hath broke ...
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... deare for the jewell : Tho opened he the dore , and in came The false foxe , as he were starke lame : His tayle he clapt betwixt his legs twayne , Lest he should be descried by his trayne . Being within , the kidd made him good glee ...
... deare for the jewell : Tho opened he the dore , and in came The false foxe , as he were starke lame : His tayle he clapt betwixt his legs twayne , Lest he should be descried by his trayne . Being within , the kidd made him good glee ...
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... deare , And them did save with bloudy sweat From wolves that would them teare . MOR . Beside , as holy Fathers sayne , There is a holy place Where Titan riseth from the mayne To renne his dayly race , Upon whose toppe the starres bene ...
... deare , And them did save with bloudy sweat From wolves that would them teare . MOR . Beside , as holy Fathers sayne , There is a holy place Where Titan riseth from the mayne To renne his dayly race , Upon whose toppe the starres bene ...
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... deare , alas ! is dead , Dead , and lyeth wrapt in lead . O heavie herse ! Let streaming teares be powred out in store ; O carefull verse ! " Shepheards , that by your flocks of Kentish downes abyde , Waile ye this woefull waste of ...
... deare , alas ! is dead , Dead , and lyeth wrapt in lead . O heavie herse ! Let streaming teares be powred out in store ; O carefull verse ! " Shepheards , that by your flocks of Kentish downes abyde , Waile ye this woefull waste of ...
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... deare , whose love I bought so deare ; Adieu , my little lambes and loved sheepe ; Adieu , ye woodes , that oft my witnesse were : Adieu , good Hobbinoll , that was so true , 40 SPENSER'S POEMS .
... deare , whose love I bought so deare ; Adieu , my little lambes and loved sheepe ; Adieu , ye woodes , that oft my witnesse were : Adieu , good Hobbinoll , that was so true , 40 SPENSER'S POEMS .
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Страница 119 - 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 ? LONDON: APPROVED SCHOOL BOOKS.
Страница 119 - 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 50 - And, more, to lulle him in his slumber soft, A trickling streame from high rock tumbling downe, And ever-drizling raine upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne Of swarming bees, did cast him in a swowne: No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes, As still are wont t' annoy the walled towne, Might there be heard: but carelesse Quiet lyes, Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enimyes.
Страница 47 - That greatest Gloriana to him gave, (That greatest Glorious Queene of Faery lond) To winne him worshippe, and her grace to have, Which of all earthly thinges he most did crave : And ever as he rode his hart did earne To prove his puissance in battell brave Upon his foe, and his new force to learne, Upon his foe, a Dragon horrible and stearne.
Страница 55 - 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.
Страница 413 - O! fayrest goddesse, do thou not envy My love with me to spy: For thou likewise didst love, though now unthought...
Страница 55 - O, how can beautie maister the most strong, And simple truth subdue avenging wrong ! Whose yielded pryde and proud submission, Still dreading death, when she had marked long, Her hart gan melt in great compassion ; And drizling teares did shed for pure affection. 'The Lyon, Lord of everie beast in field.
Страница 47 - 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 395 - Come softly swimming downe along the Lee ; Two fairer Birds I yet did never see ; The snow, which doth the top of Pindus strew...
Страница 169 - Right in the middest of that Paradise There stood a stately mount, on whose round top A gloomy grove of mirtle trees did rise...