The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Spenser, DanielAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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Strona 34
... better that was uncouth ; So lost the dogge the flesh in his mouth . My seely sheepe ( ah ! seely sheepe ! ) That here by there I wilome usde to keepe , All were they lustie as thou diddest see , Bene all starved with pyne and penuree ...
... better that was uncouth ; So lost the dogge the flesh in his mouth . My seely sheepe ( ah ! seely sheepe ! ) That here by there I wilome usde to keepe , All were they lustie as thou diddest see , Bene all starved with pyne and penuree ...
Strona 35
... better leave off with a little losse , Then by much wrestling to leese the grosse . HOв . Nowe , Diggon , I see thou speakest too Better it were a little to feine , [ plaine , And cleanely cover that cannot be cured ; Such ill , as is ...
... better leave off with a little losse , Then by much wrestling to leese the grosse . HOв . Nowe , Diggon , I see thou speakest too Better it were a little to feine , [ plaine , And cleanely cover that cannot be cured ; Such ill , as is ...
Strona 37
... better melodie . PIERS O pierlesse Po'esie ! where is then thy place ? If nor in princes pallace thou doest sit , ( And yet is princes pallace the most fit ) Ne brest of baser birth doth thee embrace , Then make thee wings of thine ...
... better melodie . PIERS O pierlesse Po'esie ! where is then thy place ? If nor in princes pallace thou doest sit , ( And yet is princes pallace the most fit ) Ne brest of baser birth doth thee embrace , Then make thee wings of thine ...
Strona 38
... better dayes Death hath shut up in woe ? The fayrest flowre our girlond all emong Is faded quite , and into dust ygoe . Sing now , ye shepheards daughters , sing no moe The songs that Colin made you in her praise , But into weeping turn ...
... better dayes Death hath shut up in woe ? The fayrest flowre our girlond all emong Is faded quite , and into dust ygoe . Sing now , ye shepheards daughters , sing no moe The songs that Colin made you in her praise , But into weeping turn ...
Strona 40
... better mought they have behote him Hate . " Tho gan my lovely spring bid me farewell , And sommer season sped him to display ( For Love then in the Lyons house did dwell ) The raging fire that kindled at his ray .. A comet stird up that ...
... better mought they have behote him Hate . " Tho gan my lovely spring bid me farewell , And sommer season sped him to display ( For Love then in the Lyons house did dwell ) The raging fire that kindled at his ray .. A comet stird up that ...
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Strona 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.
Strona 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?
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 413 - O! fayrest goddesse, do thou not envy My love with me to spy: For thou likewise didst love, though now unthought...
Strona 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.
Strona 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.
Strona 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...
Strona 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...