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... falls it then , that this faded Oake , Whose bodie is sere , whose braunches broke , 170 Whose naked armes stretch ... fall , That bene the honor of your coronall . And oft he lets his cancker wormes light Upon my braunches , to worke ...
... falls it then , that this faded Oake , Whose bodie is sere , whose braunches broke , 170 Whose naked armes stretch ... fall , That bene the honor of your coronall . And oft he lets his cancker wormes light Upon my braunches , to worke ...
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... fall into some mischiefe . For sithens is but the third morowe That I chaunst to fall a sleepe with sorowe , And waked againe with griefe : The while thilke same unhappye ewe , Whose clouted legge her hurt doth shewe , Fell headlong ...
... fall into some mischiefe . For sithens is but the third morowe That I chaunst to fall a sleepe with sorowe , And waked againe with griefe : The while thilke same unhappye ewe , Whose clouted legge her hurt doth shewe , Fell headlong ...
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... fall . ' Ye dayntye Nymphs , that in this blessed brooke Doe bathe your brest , Forsake your watry bowres , and hether looke , At my request . 40 And eke you Virgins that on Parnasse dwell , Whence floweth Helicon , the learned well ...
... fall . ' Ye dayntye Nymphs , that in this blessed brooke Doe bathe your brest , Forsake your watry bowres , and hether looke , At my request . 40 And eke you Virgins that on Parnasse dwell , Whence floweth Helicon , the learned well ...
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... fall shriking , as hath not bene the like . By whyeh Pan , though of some be understoode the great Satanas , whose kingdome at that time 50 was by Christ conquered , the gates of hell broken up , and death by death delivered to eternall ...
... fall shriking , as hath not bene the like . By whyeh Pan , though of some be understoode the great Satanas , whose kingdome at that time 50 was by Christ conquered , the gates of hell broken up , and death by death delivered to eternall ...
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... fall unsoft . In humble dales is footing fast , The trode is not so tickle , 10 And though one fall through heedlesse hast , Yet is his misse not mickle . And now the Sonne hath reared up His fyriefooted teme , Making his way betweene ...
... fall unsoft . In humble dales is footing fast , The trode is not so tickle , 10 And though one fall through heedlesse hast , Yet is his misse not mickle . And now the Sonne hath reared up His fyriefooted teme , Making his way betweene ...
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Page 760 - Jove himself, when he a swan would be For love of Leda, whiter did appear: Yet Leda was they say as white as he, Yet not so white as these, nor nothing near.
Page 737 - Arysing forth to run her mighty race, Clad all in white, that seemes a virgin best. So well it her beseemes, that ye would weene Some angell she had beene. Her long loose yellow locks lyke golden wyre...
Page 280 - How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skyes, like flying pursuivant, Against fowle feendes to ayd us militant! They for us fight, they watch, and dewly 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 ! EDMUND SPENSER.
Page 761 - Thy country may be freed from forraine harmes; And great Elisaes glorious name may ring Through al the world, fil'd with thy wide Alarmes, Which some brave muse may sing To ages following, Upon the Brydale day, which is not long: Sweete Themmes ! runne softly till I end my Song.
Page 740 - And, for the guerdon of theyr glorious merit, May heavenly tabernacles there inherit, Of blessed Saints for to increase the count. So let us rest, sweet love, in hope of this, And cease till then our tymely joyes to sing : The woods no more us answer, nor our eccho ring ! Song ! made in lieu of many ornaments, With which my love should duly have been dect, Which cutting off...
Page 215 - And vanquisht them, unable to withstand: From thence a Faery thee unweeting reft, There as thou slepst in tender swadling band, And her base Elfin brood there for thee left: Such men do chaungelings call, so chaungd by Faeries theft.
Page 502 - So oft as I with state of present time The image of the antique world compare, When as mans age was in his freshest prime, And the first blossome of faire vertue bare; Such oddes I finde twixt those, and these which are, As that, through long continuance of his course, Me seemes the world is runne quite out of square From the first point of his appointed sourse; And being once amisse growes daily wourse and wourse: II.
Page 732 - Not so, quod I ; let baser things devize To dy in dust, but you shall live by fame : My verse your vertues rare shall Eternize, And in the hevens wryte your glorious name. Where, whenas death shall all the world subdew, Our love shall live, and later life renew.
Page 761 - An house of auncient fame. There when they came, whereas those bricky towres, The which on Themmes brode aged backe doe ryde, Where now the studious Lawyers have their bowers There whylome wont the Templer Knights to byde...
Page 101 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To wast long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to day, to be put back to morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow...