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... downe , And ever - drizling raine upon the loft , Mixt with a murmuring winde , much like the sowne Of swarming bees , did cast him in a swowne . No other noyse , nor peoples troublous cryes , As still are wont t'annoy the walled towne ...
... downe , And ever - drizling raine upon the loft , Mixt with a murmuring winde , much like the sowne Of swarming bees , did cast him in a swowne . No other noyse , nor peoples troublous cryes , As still are wont t'annoy the walled towne ...
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... downe alive , With bloudy mouth his mother earth did kis , Greeting his grave : his grudging ghost did strive With the fraile flesh ; at last it flitted is , Whither the soules doe fly of men , that live amis . XX . The lady , when she ...
... downe alive , With bloudy mouth his mother earth did kis , Greeting his grave : his grudging ghost did strive With the fraile flesh ; at last it flitted is , Whither the soules doe fly of men , that live amis . XX . The lady , when she ...
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... downe fell his angry mood . At last , in close hart shutting up her payne , Arose the virgin , borne of heavenly brood , And to her snowy palfrey got agayne . To seeke her strayed champion if she might attayne . IX . The lyon would not ...
... downe fell his angry mood . At last , in close hart shutting up her payne , Arose the virgin , borne of heavenly brood , And to her snowy palfrey got agayne . To seeke her strayed champion if she might attayne . IX . The lyon would not ...
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... downe to ground did rush , And from his gored wound a well of bloud did gush . XXXVI . Dismounting lightly from his loftie steed , He to him lept , in minde to reave his life , And proudly said ; " Lo , there the worthie meed Of him ...
... downe to ground did rush , And from his gored wound a well of bloud did gush . XXXVI . Dismounting lightly from his loftie steed , He to him lept , in minde to reave his life , And proudly said ; " Lo , there the worthie meed Of him ...
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... downe the sweat . Still as he rode , he somewhat still did eat , And in his hande did beare a bouzing can , Of which he supt so oft , that on his seat His dronken corse he scarse upholden can : In shape and life more like a monster then ...
... downe the sweat . Still as he rode , he somewhat still did eat , And in his hande did beare a bouzing can , Of which he supt so oft , that on his seat His dronken corse he scarse upholden can : In shape and life more like a monster then ...
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Archimago armes Artegall beast behold blood brest Britomart brought Calidore chaunce courser cruell dame damzell daunger deadly deare despight devize dight dismayd doth dread dreadfull Eftsoones elfin knight evermore eyes Faery Faery knight Faery Queene faire faire ladies farre fast fayre feare fell fierce fight Florimell flowre fowle gentle goodly grace griefe grone Guyon hand hart hast hath heavens herselfe hight himselfe knight lady late layd light litle living lord mayd mighty Mongst mote nigh noble nought powre prince quoth rage rest sayd seemd shame shee shew shield shyning sight Sith sonne soone sore sory soveraine speare spide spright squire stayd steed straunge streight sunne sweet syre Talus thee thence thereof thou trew unto vaine vertue villein warlike weary weene weet whenas wight wize wondrous wonne wont wound wretched wyde XXVII yron
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Page 9 - And on his brest a bloodie 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 13 - And more to lulle him in his slumber soft, A trickling streame from high rock tumbling downe, And ever-drizling raine upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne Of swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne.
Page 18 - One day, nigh wearie of the yrkesome way, From her unhastie beast she did alight ; And on the grasse her dainty limbs did lay In secrete shadow, far from all mens sight : From her fayre head her fillet she undight, And layd her stole aside. Her angels face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place : Did never mortall eye behold such heavenly grace.
Page 19 - The lyon would not leave her desolate, But with her went along, as a strong gard Of her chast person, and a faythfull mate Of her sad troubles and misfortunes hard : Still, when she slept, he kept both watch and ward : And, when she wakt, he wayted diligent, With humble service to her will prepard : From her fayre eyes lie took commandement, And ever by her lookes conceived her intent.
Page 232 - 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.
Page 10 - 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 344 - Then gin I thinke on that which Nature sayd, Of that same time when no more Change shall be, But stedfast rest of all things, firmely stayd Upon the pillours of Eternity, That is contrayr to Mutabilitie ; For all that moveth doth in Change delight : But thence-forth all shall rest eternally With Him that is the God of Sabaoth hight : O ! that great Sabaoth God, grant me that Sabaoths sight ! COMPLAINT OF THALIA (COMEDY).
Page 52 - Or like that sacred hill, whose head full hie, Adornd with fruitfull olives all arownd, Is, as it were for endlesse memory Of that deare Lord who oft thereon was fownd, For ever with a flowring girlond crownd...
Page 23 - High above all a cloth of state was spred, And a rich throne, as bright as sunny day; On which there sate, most brave embellished With royall robes and gorgeous array, A mayden Queene that shone, as Titans ray, In glistring gold and...
Page 114 - In her left hand a cup of gold she held, And with her right the riper fruit did reach, Whose sappy liquor, that with fulnesse sweld, Into her cup she scruzd with daintie breach Of her fine fingers, without fowle empeach, That so faire winepresse made the wine more sweet...