The Complete Poetical Works of Edmund SpenserHoughton Mifflin, 1908 - 852 páginas |
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... goodly glee , Which wont to be the glorie of gay wits , Is layd abed , and no where now to see ; And in her roome unseemly Sorrow sits , With hollow browes and greisly counte- naunce , Marring my joyous gentle dalliaunce . And him ...
... goodly glee , Which wont to be the glorie of gay wits , Is layd abed , and no where now to see ; And in her roome unseemly Sorrow sits , With hollow browes and greisly counte- naunce , Marring my joyous gentle dalliaunce . And him ...
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... goodly thought Doth borrow grace , the fancie to aggrate , Go beg with us , and be companions still , As heretofore of good , so now of ill . For neither you nor we shall anie more Finde entertainment , or in court or schoole : For that ...
... goodly thought Doth borrow grace , the fancie to aggrate , Go beg with us , and be companions still , As heretofore of good , so now of ill . For neither you nor we shall anie more Finde entertainment , or in court or schoole : For that ...
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... goodly poësie , And made a monster of their fantasie . Whilom in ages past none might professe , But princes and high priests , that secret skill ; 560 The sacred lawes therein they wont ex- presse , And with deepe oracles their verses ...
... goodly poësie , And made a monster of their fantasie . Whilom in ages past none might professe , But princes and high priests , that secret skill ; 560 The sacred lawes therein they wont ex- presse , And with deepe oracles their verses ...
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... goodly Agamemnon bosts , The glorie of the stock of Tantalus , And famous light of all the Greekish hosts , Under whose conduct most victorious , The Dorick flames consum'd the Iliack posts . Ah ! but the Greekes themselves more ...
... goodly Agamemnon bosts , The glorie of the stock of Tantalus , And famous light of all the Greekish hosts , Under whose conduct most victorious , The Dorick flames consum'd the Iliack posts . Ah ! but the Greekes themselves more ...
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... goodly glee . 558 But ere long time had passed , they so ill Did order their affaires , that th ' evill will Of all their parishners they had constraind ; Who to the ordinarie of them complain'd , How fowlie they their offices abusd ...
... goodly glee . 558 But ere long time had passed , they so ill Did order their affaires , that th ' evill will Of all their parishners they had constraind ; Who to the ordinarie of them complain'd , How fowlie they their offices abusd ...
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Página 737 - Arysing forth to run her mighty race, Clad all in white, that seemes a virgin best. So well it her beseemes, that ye would weene Some angell she had beene. Her long loose yellow locks lyke golden wyre...
Página 280 - How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skyes, like flying pursuivant, Against fowle feendes to ayd us militant! They for us fight, they watch, and dewly 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 ! EDMUND SPENSER.
Página 761 - Thy country may be freed from forraine harmes; And great Elisaes glorious name may ring Through al the world, fil'd with thy wide Alarmes, Which some brave muse may sing To ages following, Upon the Brydale day, which is not long: Sweete Themmes ! runne softly till I end my Song.
Página 740 - And, for the guerdon of theyr glorious merit, May heavenly tabernacles there inherit, Of blessed Saints for to increase the count. So let us rest, sweet love, in hope of this, And cease till then our tymely joyes to sing : The woods no more us answer, nor our eccho ring ! Song ! made in lieu of many ornaments, With which my love should duly have been dect, Which cutting off...
Página 215 - And vanquisht them, unable to withstand: From thence a Faery thee unweeting reft, There as thou slepst in tender swadling band, And her base Elfin brood there for thee left: Such men do chaungelings call, so chaungd by Faeries theft.
Página 502 - So oft as I with state of present time The image of the antique world compare, When as mans age was in his freshest prime, And the first blossome of faire vertue bare; Such oddes I finde twixt those, and these which are, As that, through long continuance of his course, Me seemes the world is runne quite out of square From the first point of his appointed sourse; And being once amisse growes daily wourse and wourse: II.
Página 732 - Not so, quod I ; let baser things devize To dy in dust, but you shall live by fame : My verse your vertues rare shall Eternize, And in the hevens wryte your glorious name. Where, whenas death shall all the world subdew, Our love shall live, and later life renew.
Página 761 - An house of auncient fame. There when they came, whereas those bricky towres, The which on Themmes brode aged backe doe ryde, Where now the studious Lawyers have their bowers There whylome wont the Templer Knights to byde...
Página 101 - 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...