The poetical works of Edmund Spenser. With mem. and critical diss., by G. Gilfillan, Volumes 1-2

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Page 286 - How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting...
Page 20 - 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 3 - The generall end, therefore, of all the booke, is to fashion a gentleman or noble person in vertuous and gentle discipline...
Page 237 - Where soone he slumbred fearing not be harmd : The whiles with a love lay she thus him sweetly charmd.
Page 65 - And in his lap an heap of com he told ; For of his wicked pelf his god he made, And unto hell himself for money sold : Accursed usury was all his trade ; And right and wrong alike in equal balance weigh'd.
Page 263 - If so be the Faerye Queene be fairer in your eie than the Nine Muses, and Hobgoblin runne away with the Garland from Apollo: Marke what I saye, and yet I will not say that I thought, but there an End for this once, and fare you well, till God or some good Aungell putte you in a better minde (Ibid., pp.
Page 83 - And all the way their merry pipes they sound, That all the woods with double eccho ring, And with their horned feet do weare the ground, Leaping like wanton kids in pleasant spring. So towards old Sylvanus they her bring...
Page 286 - O ! th" exceeding grace Of highest God that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed Angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe...
Page 51 - Ah ! see the virgin rose, how sweetly shee Doth first peepe foorth with bashfull modestee, That fairer seemes the lesse ye see her may ! Lo ! see soone after how more bold and free Her bared bosome she doth broad display ! Lo ! see soone after how she fades and falls away...
Page 51 - Of all that might delight a dainty ear, Such as at once might not on living ground, Save in this paradise, be heard elsewhere : Right hard it was for wight which did it hear, To...

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