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... sore increased ; And now it wrankleth more and more , And inwardly it festreth sore , Ne wote I how to cease it . WIL . Thomalin , I pitie thy plight , Perdie with Love thou diddest fight ; I know him by a token : For once I heard my ...
... sore increased ; And now it wrankleth more and more , And inwardly it festreth sore , Ne wote I how to cease it . WIL . Thomalin , I pitie thy plight , Perdie with Love thou diddest fight ; I know him by a token : For once I heard my ...
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... sore paine : His hinder heele was wrapt in a clout , For with great cold he had got the gout : There at the dore he cast me downe his pack , And layd him downe , and groned , " Alack ! alack ! Ah ! dear Lord ! and sweet Saint Charitee ...
... sore paine : His hinder heele was wrapt in a clout , For with great cold he had got the gout : There at the dore he cast me downe his pack , And layd him downe , and groned , " Alack ! alack ! Ah ! dear Lord ! and sweet Saint Charitee ...
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... him up without the dambe ; But Colin Clout rafte me of his brother , That he purchast of me in the plaine field ; Sore against my will was I forst to yeeld . WIL . Sicker , make like account of his brother 23 SPENSER'S POEMS .
... him up without the dambe ; But Colin Clout rafte me of his brother , That he purchast of me in the plaine field ; Sore against my will was I forst to yeeld . WIL . Sicker , make like account of his brother 23 SPENSER'S POEMS .
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... sore doth us beate , Were not better to shunne the scortching heate ? [ swayne ; PER . Well agreed , Willie ; then set thee downe , Sike a song never heardest thou but Colin sing . [ twayne ; CUD . Gynne , when ye list , ye iolly ...
... sore doth us beate , Were not better to shunne the scortching heate ? [ swayne ; PER . Well agreed , Willie ; then set thee downe , Sike a song never heardest thou but Colin sing . [ twayne ; CUD . Gynne , when ye list , ye iolly ...
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... sore . In tho countries , whereas I have bene , No beeing for those that truly mene ; But for such , as of guile maken gaine , No such country as there to remaine ; They setten to sale theyr shops of shame , And maken a mart of theyr ...
... sore . In tho countries , whereas I have bene , No beeing for those that truly mene ; But for such , as of guile maken gaine , No such country as there to remaine ; They setten to sale theyr shops of shame , And maken a mart of theyr ...
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Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 413 - O! fayrest goddesse, do thou not envy My love with me to spy: For thou likewise didst love, though now unthought...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...