Spenser: And His Poetry, Volume 2

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Page 43 - But were it not that Time their troubler is, All that in this delightfull Gardin growes Should happy bee, and have immortall blis...
Page 192 - Or weigh the thought that from man's mind doth flow : But if the weight of these thou canst not show, Weigh but one word which from thy lips doth fall : For how canst thou those greater secrets know, That dost not know the least thing of them all ? Ill can he rule the great, that cannot reach the small...
Page 86 - And all within, the riven walls were hung With ragged monuments of times forepast, All which the sad effects of discord sung...
Page 75 - And on a broken reed he still did stay His feeble steps, which shrunk when hard thereon he lay. With him went Daunger, cloth'd in ragged weed, Made of bear's skin, that him more dreadful made; Yet his own face was dreadful!, ne did need Strange horror to deform his grisly shade; A net in th...
Page 76 - A paire of pincers in his hand he had, With which he pinched people to the hart...
Page 115 - Right fit to rend the food on which he fared. His name was Care ; a blacksmith by his trade, That neither day nor night from working spared, But to small purpose yron wedges made ; Those be unquiet thoughts that carefull minds invade.
Page 228 - NOUGHT under Heaven so strongly doth allure The sense of man, and all his mind possess, As Beauty's love-bait.
Page 68 - For round about the walls yclothed were With goodly arras of great majesty, Woven with gold and silk so close and near That the rich metal lurked privily As faining to be hid from envious eye ; Yet here and there and everywhere, unwares It showed itself and shone unwillingly Like to a discolored snake whose hidden snares Through the green grass his long bright-burnished back declares.
Page 56 - Tho when as vailed was her lofty crest, Her golden locks that were in trammels gay Upbounden, did themselves adown display, And raught unto her heels like sunny beams That in a cloud their light did long time stay; Their vapour faded, shew their golden gleams, And through the persant air shoot forth their azure streams.
Page 8 - All suddenly out of the thickest brush, Upon a milk-white palfrey all alone, A goodly Lady did foreby them rush, Whose face did seeme as cleare as christall stone, And eke, through feare, as white as whales bone : Her garments all were wrought of beaten gold, And all her steed with tinsell trappings shone, Which fledd so fast that nothing mote him hold, And scarse them leasure gave her passing to behold.

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