Spenser: SelectionsClarendon Press, 1923 - 208 pages |
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... deare ; whose heavenly tuch Upon the Lute , doeth ravish humaine sense : Spenser to mee ; whose deepe Conceit is such , As passing all Conceit , needs no defence . Thou lov'st to heare the sweete melodious sound , That 24 SPENSER Sir ...
... deare ; whose heavenly tuch Upon the Lute , doeth ravish humaine sense : Spenser to mee ; whose deepe Conceit is such , As passing all Conceit , needs no defence . Thou lov'st to heare the sweete melodious sound , That 24 SPENSER Sir ...
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... deare , Nowe loves a lasse , that all his love doth scorne : He plongd in payne , his tressed locks dooth teare . Shepheards delights he dooth them all forsweare , Hys pleasaunt Pipe , whych made us meriment , He wylfully hath broke ...
... deare , Nowe loves a lasse , that all his love doth scorne : He plongd in payne , his tressed locks dooth teare . Shepheards delights he dooth them all forsweare , Hys pleasaunt Pipe , whych made us meriment , He wylfully hath broke ...
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... deare : Scarce anie left to close his eylids neare ; Scarce anie left upon his lips to laie The sacred sod , or Requiem to saie . O trustlesse state of miserable men , That builde your blis on hope of earthly thing , And vainly thinke ...
... deare : Scarce anie left to close his eylids neare ; Scarce anie left upon his lips to laie The sacred sod , or Requiem to saie . O trustlesse state of miserable men , That builde your blis on hope of earthly thing , And vainly thinke ...
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... tempered with deare delight , That her to heare I feele my feeble spright Robbed of sense , and ravished with joy , O sad joy made of mourning and anoy . 310 320 but who can better sing , Yet will I sing 54 THE RUINES OF TIME.
... tempered with deare delight , That her to heare I feele my feeble spright Robbed of sense , and ravished with joy , O sad joy made of mourning and anoy . 310 320 but who can better sing , Yet will I sing 54 THE RUINES OF TIME.
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... deare , dismayd with thunders sound . At last when as he piped had his fill , He rested him and sitting then around , One of those groomes ( a jolly groome was he , As ever piped on an oaten reed , And lov'd this shepheard dearest in ...
... deare , dismayd with thunders sound . At last when as he piped had his fill , He rested him and sitting then around , One of those groomes ( a jolly groome was he , As ever piped on an oaten reed , And lov'd this shepheard dearest in ...
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Page 3 - Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound, Of all that mote delight a daintie eare, Such as attonce might not on living ground, Save in this Paradise, be heard elsewhere : Right hard it was for wight which did it...
Page 27 - I can tell the particular little chance that filled my head first with such chimes of verse, as have never since left ringing there: for I remember, when I began to read, and to take some pleasure in it, there was wont to lie in my mother's parlour (I know not by what accident, for she herself never in her life read any book but of devotion...
Page 100 - And foorth they passe, with pleasure forward led, Joying to heare the birdes sweete harmony, Which, therein shrouded from the tempest dred, .Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky. Much can they praise the trees so straight and hy, The sayling Pine...
Page 72 - One day I wrote her name upon the strand; But came the waves, and washed it away: Again, I wrote it with a second hand; But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wiped out likewise.
Page 24 - If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs, the sister and the brother, Then must the love be great "twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...
Page 179 - Queene, had bene by an huge dragon many years shut up in a brasen castle, who thence suffred them not to yssew : and therefore besought the Faery Queene to assygne her some one of her knights to take on him that exployt. Presently that clownish person, upstarting, desired that adventure : whereat the Queene much wondering, and the Lady much gainesaying, yet he earnestly importuned his desire.
Page 12 - Upon the top of all his loftie crest, A bounch of heares discolourd diversly, With sprincled pearle and gold full richly drest, Did shake. and seemd to daunce for jollity, Like to an almond tree ymounted hye On top of greene Selinis all alone, With blossoms brave bedecked daintily ; Whose tender locks do tremble every one At everie little breath that under heaven is blowne.
Page 170 - All in greene leaves, as he a Player were ; • Yet in his time, he wrought as well as playd, That by his plough-yrons mote right well appeare...
Page 157 - Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all; Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought, For whatsoever from one place doth fall Is with the tide unto another brought : For there is nothing lost, that may be found if sought.
Page 176 - Agamemnon and Ulysses hath ensampled a good governour and a vertuous man, the one in his Ilias, the other in his Odysseis : then Virgil, whose like intention was to doe in the person of Aeneas : after him Ariosto comprised them both in his Orlando : and lately Tasso dissevered them againe, and formed both parts in two persons, namely that part which they in Philosophy call Ethice, or vertues of a private man, coloured in his Rinaldo : The other named Politice in his Godfredo.