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... late endured ; she speaks no more Of past ; true is that true love hath no power To looken back ; his eyes be fixed before . Before her stands her knight , for whom she toiled so sore . " Gorgeous pictures there are , in such lavish ...
... late endured ; she speaks no more Of past ; true is that true love hath no power To looken back ; his eyes be fixed before . Before her stands her knight , for whom she toiled so sore . " Gorgeous pictures there are , in such lavish ...
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... late To wish you back return with foul disgrace , Yet wisdom warns , whilst foot is in the gate , * To stay the step , ere forced to retrate . This is the Wandring Wood , this Error's Den , A monster vile , whom God and man does hate ...
... late To wish you back return with foul disgrace , Yet wisdom warns , whilst foot is in the gate , * To stay the step , ere forced to retrate . This is the Wandring Wood , this Error's Den , A monster vile , whom God and man does hate ...
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... late vision which th ' enchanter wrought , Had her abandon'd ; she of nought afraid , Through woods and wastnes wide him daily sought , Yet wished tidings none of him unto her brought . IV . One day , nigh weary of the irksome way ...
... late vision which th ' enchanter wrought , Had her abandon'd ; she of nought afraid , Through woods and wastnes wide him daily sought , Yet wished tidings none of him unto her brought . IV . One day , nigh weary of the irksome way ...
Page 75
... late Him prick'd , in pity of my sad estate : - But he , my lion , and my noble lord , How does he find in cruel heart to hate Her , that him lov'd , and ever most ador'd As the god of my life ? why hath he me abhorr'd ? " VIII ...
... late Him prick'd , in pity of my sad estate : - But he , my lion , and my noble lord , How does he find in cruel heart to hate Her , that him lov'd , and ever most ador'd As the god of my life ? why hath he me abhorr'd ? " VIII ...
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... late loss of her dear - loved knight , And sighs , and groans , and evermore does steep Her tender breast in bitter tears all night ; All night she thinks too long , and often looks for light . XVI . Now when Aldeboran was mounted high ...
... late loss of her dear - loved knight , And sighs , and groans , and evermore does steep Her tender breast in bitter tears all night ; All night she thinks too long , and often looks for light . XVI . Now when Aldeboran was mounted high ...
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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 Faery Faëry Queen fair fair lady fall false Duessa fast fear feeble fell fierce foul Gabriel Harvey gentle 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 XXXIII
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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 76 - The lion would not leave her desolate, But with her went along, as a strong guard Of her chaste person, and a faithful mate Of her sad troubles and misfortunes hard ; Still, when she slept, he kept both watch and ward; And, when she waked, he waited diligent, With humble service to her will prepared : From her fair eyes he took commandement, And ever by her looks conceived her intent.
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 74 - And laid her stole aside : her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven, shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place; Did never mortal eye behold such heavenly grace.
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 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 ? There is...
Page 9 - Fulke Greville, servant to Queen Elizabeth, counsellor to King James, and friend to Sir Philip Sidney.
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 53 - A little lowly hermitage it was, Down in a dale, hard by a forest's side, Far from resort of people, that did pass In travel to and fro : a little wide There was...
Page 19 - Fair is my love, when her fair golden hairs With the loose wind ye waving chance to mark ; Fair, when the rose in her red cheeks appears; Or in her eyes the fire of love does spark.