The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser ...Bell and Daldy, 1866 |
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... wont to build their bowre , And now are clothd with mosse and hoary frost , In stede of bloosmes , wherwith your buds did flowre ; see your teares that from your boughes doe raine , Whose drops in drery ysicles remaine . I " All so my ...
... wont to build their bowre , And now are clothd with mosse and hoary frost , In stede of bloosmes , wherwith your buds did flowre ; see your teares that from your boughes doe raine , Whose drops in drery ysicles remaine . I " All so my ...
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... wont in the wind wagge their wrigle tayles , Perke as a Peacock ; but nowe it avales . The . Lewdly complainest thou , laesie ladde , Of Winters wracke for making thee sadde . Must not the worlde wend in his commun course , From good to ...
... wont in the wind wagge their wrigle tayles , Perke as a Peacock ; but nowe it avales . The . Lewdly complainest thou , laesie ladde , Of Winters wracke for making thee sadde . Must not the worlde wend in his commun course , From good to ...
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... wont to have blowen bags , Like wailefull widdowes hangen their crags ; The rather lambes bene starved with cold , All for their Maister is lustlesse and old . The . Cuddie , I wote thou kenst little good , So vainely tadvaunce thy ...
... wont to have blowen bags , Like wailefull widdowes hangen their crags ; The rather lambes bene starved with cold , All for their Maister is lustlesse and old . The . Cuddie , I wote thou kenst little good , So vainely tadvaunce thy ...
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... wont to have blowen bags , Like wailefull widdowes hangen their crags ; The rather lambes bene starved with cold , All for their Maister is lustlesse and old . The . Cuddie , I wote thou kenst little good , So vainely tadvaunce thy ...
... wont to have blowen bags , Like wailefull widdowes hangen their crags ; The rather lambes bene starved with cold , All for their Maister is lustlesse and old . The . Cuddie , I wote thou kenst little good , So vainely tadvaunce thy ...
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... wont countenaunce : But shepheard must walke another way , Sike worldly sovenance he must foresay . The sonne of his loines why should he regard To leave enriched with that he hath spard ? Should not thilke God , that gave him that good ...
... wont countenaunce : But shepheard must walke another way , Sike worldly sovenance he must foresay . The sonne of his loines why should he regard To leave enriched with that he hath spard ? Should not thilke God , that gave him that good ...
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Archimago beare beast blood bowre braunches brest Canto carefull chaunce Clout's come Home Colin Clout's corage cruell Cuddie Dame deadly deare death delight Diggon dore doth dreadfull Duessa Edmund Spenser EGLOGA Elfin knight eyes Faerie Queene faire false farre fayre feare flocke flowre Gabriel Harvey girlonds goodly grace griefe groned hart Harvey hast hath heaven Hobbinoll Ireland Kidde Kilcolman knight Lady lasse light living London Lord Lord Grey maister mought Muse never nigh noble payne Pembroke Hall Piers poem poet poet's Ponsonby powre printed pype quoth rage Raleigh Rosalind sayd sayne seemd seems selfe shee sheepe Shepheardes Calender shew shield shyne sight Sike Sir Walter Raleigh sith sizar sonne sonnet sore sweete thee theyr thilke thou unto vaine verse vertue wandring weary weene wight wont wyde yron
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Page 75 - And on his brest a bloodie 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 105 - Still, when she slept, he kept both watch and ward ; And, when she wakt, he wayted diligent, With humble service to her will prepard : From her fayre eyes he tooke commandement, And ever by her lookes conceived her intent.
Page 76 - So pure and innocent, as that same lambe, She was in life and every vertuous lore, And by descent from royall lynage came Of ancient kinges and queenes, that had of yore Their scepters stretcht from east to westerne shore...
Page 57 - In that Faery Queene I meane zlory in my generall intention, but in my particular I conceive the most excellent and glorious person of our soveraine the Queene, and her kingdome in Faery land.
Page 75 - A GENTLE Knight was pricking on the plaine, Ycladd in mightie armes and silver shielde, Wherein old dints of deepe woundes did remaine, The cruell markes of many a bloody fielde ; Yet armes till that time did he never wield : His angry steede did chide his foming bitt, As much disdayning to the curbe to yield : Full jolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt, As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.
Page 85 - 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.
Page 89 - By this the Northerne wagoner" had set His sevenfold teme behind the stedfast starre, That was in Ocean waves yet never wet, But firme is fixt, and sendeth light from farre To all, that in the wide deepe wandring arre: And chearefull Chaunticlere with his note shrill Had warned once, that Phoebus...
Page 104 - O how can beautie maister the most strong, And simple truth subdue avenging wrong! Whose yielded...
Page 104 - Forgetfull of the hungry rage, which late Him prickt, in pittie of my sad estate : — But he, my lyon, and my noble lord, How does he find in cruell hart to hate Her, that him lov'd, and ever most adord As the god of my life ? why hath he me abhord ?" VIII. Redounding teares did choke th...
Page 8 - A shaft in earnest snatched, And hit me running in the heele : For then I little smart did feele, But soone it sore encreased ; And now it ranckleth more and more, And inwardly it festreth sore, Ne wote I how to cease it.