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... farre awaye , This wolvish sheepe would catchen his pray , A lambe , or a kidde , or a weanell wast : With that to the wood would he speede him fast . 200 Long time he used this slippery pranck , Ere Roffy could for his laboure him ...
... farre awaye , This wolvish sheepe would catchen his pray , A lambe , or a kidde , or a weanell wast : With that to the wood would he speede him fast . 200 Long time he used this slippery pranck , Ere Roffy could for his laboure him ...
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... farre passing his reache , and in myne opinion all other the Eglogues of this booke . : THENOT . COLIN . The . Colin , my deare , when shall it please thee sing , As thou were wont , songs of some joui- saunce ? Thy Muse to long ...
... farre passing his reache , and in myne opinion all other the Eglogues of this booke . : THENOT . COLIN . The . Colin , my deare , when shall it please thee sing , As thou were wont , songs of some joui- saunce ? Thy Muse to long ...
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... awhyle : But followe them farre off , and their high steppes adore : The better please , the worse despise ; I aske no more . MERCE NON MERCEDE . med diff d 1. The Ruines of Time . 2. The Teares of 56 THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER COMPLAINTS.
... awhyle : But followe them farre off , and their high steppes adore : The better please , the worse despise ; I aske no more . MERCE NON MERCEDE . med diff d 1. The Ruines of Time . 2. The Teares of 56 THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER COMPLAINTS.
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... farre fled , And his sweete waters away with him led . ' There also where the winged ships were seene In liquid waves to cut their fomie waie , And thousand fishers numbred to have been , 150 In that wide lake looking for plenteous ...
... farre fled , And his sweete waters away with him led . ' There also where the winged ships were seene In liquid waves to cut their fomie waie , And thousand fishers numbred to have been , 150 In that wide lake looking for plenteous ...
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... farre it were to hide their names , 101 Than telling them to blazon out their blames . So shall succeeding ages have no light Of things forepast , nor moniments of time , And all that in this world is worthie hight Shall die in ...
... farre it were to hide their names , 101 Than telling them to blazon out their blames . So shall succeeding ages have no light Of things forepast , nor moniments of time , And all that in this world is worthie hight Shall die in ...
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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...