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... hight : Whilome had bene the king of the field , And mochell mast to the husband did yielde , And with his nuts larded many swine . But now the gray mosse marred his rine , His bared boughes were beaten with stormes , 110 His toppe was ...
... hight : Whilome had bene the king of the field , And mochell mast to the husband did yielde , And with his nuts larded many swine . But now the gray mosse marred his rine , His bared boughes were beaten with stormes , 110 His toppe was ...
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... hight . I see thee , blessed soule , I see , Walke in Elisian fieldes so free . O happy herse ! 180 Might I once come to thee ! O that I might ! O joyfull verse ! Unwise and wretched men , to weete whats good or ill , Wee deeme of death ...
... hight . I see thee , blessed soule , I see , Walke in Elisian fieldes so free . O happy herse ! 180 Might I once come to thee ! O that I might ! O joyfull verse ! Unwise and wretched men , to weete whats good or ill , Wee deeme of death ...
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... hight , which wel could pype and singe , For he of Tityrus his songs did lere . There as he satte in secreate shade alone ; Thus gan he make of love his piteous mone . ' O soveraigne Pan , thou god of shepheards all , Which of our ...
... hight , which wel could pype and singe , For he of Tityrus his songs did lere . There as he satte in secreate shade alone ; Thus gan he make of love his piteous mone . ' O soveraigne Pan , thou god of shepheards all , Which of our ...
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... hight Shall die in darknesse , and lie hid in slime : Therefore I mourne with deep harts sorrow- ing , Because I nothing noble have to sing . With that she raynd such store of stream- ing teares , That could have made a stonie heart to ...
... hight Shall die in darknesse , and lie hid in slime : Therefore I mourne with deep harts sorrow- ing , Because I nothing noble have to sing . With that she raynd such store of stream- ing teares , That could have made a stonie heart to ...
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... hight : He , armd with blindnesse and with boldnes stout , ( For blind is bold ) hath our fayre light defaced ; And gathering unto him a ragged rout Of faunes and satyres , hath our dwellings raced , And our chast bowers , in which all ...
... hight : He , armd with blindnesse and with boldnes stout , ( For blind is bold ) hath our fayre light defaced ; And gathering unto him a ragged rout Of faunes and satyres , hath our dwellings raced , And our chast bowers , in which all ...
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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...