The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser, Volume 2William Pickering, 1839 - English poetry |
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... hard , Ne suffred them to ryse or greater grow ; But every one did strive his fellow downe to throw . XLVIII . Which whenas Guyon saw , he gan inquire , What meant that preace1 about that Ladies throne , And what she was that did so ...
... hard , Ne suffred them to ryse or greater grow ; But every one did strive his fellow downe to throw . XLVIII . Which whenas Guyon saw , he gan inquire , What meant that preace1 about that Ladies throne , And what she was that did so ...
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... hard assay 2 ! Whiles deadly fitt thy Pupill doth dismay , Behold this heavy sight , thou reverend Sire ! But dread of death and dolor 3 doe away ; For life ere long shall to her home retire , And he , that breathlesse seems , shal ...
... hard assay 2 ! Whiles deadly fitt thy Pupill doth dismay , Behold this heavy sight , thou reverend Sire ! But dread of death and dolor 3 doe away ; For life ere long shall to her home retire , And he , that breathlesse seems , shal ...
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... hard steele , did deepe invade Into his head , and cruell passage made Quite through his brayne : He , tombling downe on ground , Breath'd out his ghost , which , to th ' infernall shade Fast flying , there eternall torment found For ...
... hard steele , did deepe invade Into his head , and cruell passage made Quite through his brayne : He , tombling downe on ground , Breath'd out his ghost , which , to th ' infernall shade Fast flying , there eternall torment found For ...
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... hard adventure , which I have in hand , I labour would to guide you through al Fary land . " 66 IX . Gramercy , Sir , " said he ; " but mote I weete3 What straunge adventure do ye now pursew ? Perhaps my succour or advizement meete Mote ...
... hard adventure , which I have in hand , I labour would to guide you through al Fary land . " 66 IX . Gramercy , Sir , " said he ; " but mote I weete3 What straunge adventure do ye now pursew ? Perhaps my succour or advizement meete Mote ...
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... hard When cause requyrd , but never out of time ; Early and late it rong , at evening and at prime . XXVI . And rownd about the porch on every syde Twise sixteene Warders satt , all armed bright In glistring steele , and strongly ...
... hard When cause requyrd , but never out of time ; Early and late it rong , at evening and at prime . XXVI . And rownd about the porch on every syde Twise sixteene Warders satt , all armed bright In glistring steele , and strongly ...
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armes attonce batteill beast Belphoebe bold bowre brest bright Britomart Britons brought canto carcas chaunge corage courser cruell Dame Damzell daunger deare death deedes despight devize Dight dismayd doth dreadfull earst Eftsoones emongst ensample eternall evermore FAERIE QUEENE Faery Faery Knight faire faire Ladies fayre feare fearefull feendes Florimell flowre Forthy fowle fownd gentle goodly Gorlois griefe groning grownd Guyon hart hath herselfe heven hight himselfe Hippodames huge Knight Lady late light living Malbecco Mammon Mayd mighty mote nigh noble nought Palmer Paridell powre Prince rowme Satyrane sayd seemd shame shee shield sight Sith sonne soone sore soveraine speare Spenser spide spright Squyre stanza steed straunge sunne sweet thee thou trew unto vaine Villein wanton warlike weene weet whenas Whylome wicked wight wize wondrous wonne wound wyde XLVII XXIII
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Page 32 - But, oh! the 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 150 - And over all of purest gold was spred A trayle of yvie in his native hew; For the rich metall was so coloured, That wight who did not well avis'd it vew Would surely deeme it to bee yvie trew: Low his lascivious armes adown did creepe, That themselves dipping in the silver dew Their fleecy flowres they fearefully did steepe, Which drops of Christall seemd for wantones to weep.
Page 153 - Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound, Of all that mote delight a daintie eare, Such as attonce might not on living ground, Save in this Paradise, be heard elsewhere : Right hard it was for wight which did it heare, To read what manner musicke that mote bee ; For all that pleasing is to living eare Was there consorted in one harmonee ; Birdes, voices, instruments, windes, waters, all agree ; The joyous birdes, shrouded in chearefull shade, Their notes unto the voice attempred sweet ; Th...
Page 32 - And is there care in Heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Page 154 - And all that while, right over him she hong, With her false eyes fast fixed in his sight, As seeking medicine, whence she was stong, Or greedily depasturing delight : And oft inclining downe with kisses light, For feare of waking him, his lips bedewd, And through his humid eyes did sucke his spright, Quite molten into lust and pleasure lewd ; Wherewith she sighed soft, as if his case she rewd.
Page 14 - What secret place," quoth he, " can safely hold So huge a masse, and hide from heavens eie? Or where hast thou thy wonne, that so much gold Thou canst preserve from wrong and robbery ? " " Come thou," quoth he,
Page 291 - He letteth in, he letteth out to wend, All that to come into the world desire; A thousand thousand naked babes...
Page 153 - Right hard it was for wight which did it heare, To read what manner musicke that mote bee ; For all that pleasing is to living eare Was there consorted in one harmonee ; Birdes, voices, instruments, windes, waters, all agree ; The joyous birdes, shrouded in chearefull shade, Their notes unto the voice attempred sweet ; Th' Angelicall soft trembling voyces made To th...
Page 8 - So, long he yode, yet no adventure found, Which fame of her shrill trompet worthy reedes ; For still he traveild through wide wastfull ground, That nought but desert wildernesse shewed all around.
Page 17 - Such as a lamp, whose life does fade away; Or as the moone, cloathed with clowdy night, Does shew to him that walkes in feare and sad affright.