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Page 589 - Almighties view : Of her ye Virgins learne obedience, When so ye come into those holy places, To humble your proud faces : Bring her up to th...
Page 589 - Open the temple gates unto my love, Open them wide that she may enter in, And all the...
Page 12 - A lovely ladie rode him faire beside, Upon a lowly asse more white then snow ; Yet she much whiter, but the same did hide Under a vele, that wimpled was full low...
Page 12 - Behind her farre away a Dwarfe did lag, That lasie seemd, in being ever last, Or wearied with bearing of her bag Of needments at his backe. Thus as they past, The day with cloudes was suddeine overcast, And angry Jove an hideous storme of raine Did poure into his Lemans...
Page 589 - Why stand ye still ye virgins in amaze, Upon her so to gaze, Whiles ye forget your former lay to sing, To which the woods did answer, and your eccho ring...
Page 12 - The eugh,1 obedient to the benders will ; The birch for shaftes ; the sallow for the mill ; The mirrhe sweete-bleeding in the bitter wound ; The warlike beech ; the ash for nothing ill ; The fruitful! olive ; and the platane round ; The carver holme ; the maple seeldom inward sound.
Page 12 - At last resolving forward still to fare, Till that some end they finde, or in or out, That path they take, that beaten seemd most bare...
Page 606 - And each one had a little wicker basket, Made of fine twigs, entrayled curiously, In which they gathered flowers to fill their flasket, And with fine Fingers cropt full feateously The tender stalkes on hye.