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adamant rock adown allegory Archimago arms baleful beast behold blood CANTO corse courser cruel cursed dame deadly dear death delight dight dismay'd doth double echo dreadful earth earthly Edmund Spenser Eftsoons elfin knight erst eyes Faëry Queen fair fair lady fall false Duessa fast fear feeble fell fierce foul Gabriel Harvey gentle Gloriane goodly grace grief ground hand haste hath heart heaven heavenly hight holy honor House of Pride huge lady late LEIGH HUNT light living wight lord mighty never nigh noble nought pain poem poet poetry pride prince proud quoth rage Redcross knight Saracen seem'd Shakspeare shield Sidney sight sinful bands sire sore sorrow Spenser spright steed sweet thee thence Therewith thou trembling unto wandring weary ween whenas WILLIAM HAZLITT wise woful wondrous wont words wound wrath wretched XXVIII
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Page 36 - With mazy error, under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise ; which not nice art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Page 44 - 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.
Page 41 - What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Page 7 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is, in suing long to bide : To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow...
Page 31 - AND is there care in heaven? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move...
Page 7 - ... not tried What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent, To waste long nights in pensive discontent, To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow, To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow, To have thy prince's grace yet want her Peers...
Page 45 - So pure and innocent, as that same lamb, She was in life and every virtuous lore...
Page 41 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 74 - It fortuned, out of the thickest wood, A ramping lion rushed suddenly, Hunting full greedy after savage blood. Soon as the royal virgin he did spy, With gaping mouth at her ran greedily, To have at once devoured her tender corse...
Page 55 - And, more to lull him in his slumber soft, A trickling stream from high rock tumbling down, And ever-drizzling rain upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring wind, much like the sound Of swarming bees, did cast him in a swown. No other noise, nor peoples troublous cries, As still are wont t...