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... towards me , and th ' eternall establishment of your happines , I humbly take leave . Yours mest humbly affectionate , ED . SPENSER . 23 , Ianuary 1589 . A VISION UPON TH CONCEIPT OF THE FAERY QUEENE . 4 SPENSER TO SIR WALTER RALEIGH .
... towards me , and th ' eternall establishment of your happines , I humbly take leave . Yours mest humbly affectionate , ED . SPENSER . 23 , Ianuary 1589 . A VISION UPON TH CONCEIPT OF THE FAERY QUEENE . 4 SPENSER TO SIR WALTER RALEIGH .
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... leave to land ; And biddes this rare dispenser of your graces Bow downe bis brow unto her sacred hand . Deserte ... leaves of fame adorne his poets hedde . Faire be the guerdon of your Faery Queene , Even of the fairest that the world ...
... leave to land ; And biddes this rare dispenser of your graces Bow downe bis brow unto her sacred hand . Deserte ... leaves of fame adorne his poets hedde . Faire be the guerdon of your Faery Queene , Even of the fairest that the world ...
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... leave Of all the rest that I am tyde t ' account : Rude rymes , the which a rustick Muse did weave In savadge soyle , far from Parnasso mount , And roughly wrought in an unlearned loome : The which vouchsafe , dear Lord , your ...
... leave Of all the rest that I am tyde t ' account : Rude rymes , the which a rustick Muse did weave In savadge soyle , far from Parnasso mount , And roughly wrought in an unlearned loome : The which vouchsafe , dear Lord , your ...
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... leave My fathers kingdom " -there she stopt with teares ; Her swollen hart her speech seemd to bereave , And then againe begun ; " My weaker yeares , Captiv'd to fortune and frayle worldly feares , Fly to your fayth for succour and sure ...
... leave My fathers kingdom " -there she stopt with teares ; Her swollen hart her speech seemd to bereave , And then againe begun ; " My weaker yeares , Captiv'd to fortune and frayle worldly feares , Fly to your fayth for succour and sure ...
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... leave her soone , or let her soone be slaine ! ' Her loathly visage viewing with disdaine , Eftsoones I thought her such as she me told , And would have kild her ; but with faigned paine The false witch did my wrathfull hand withhold ...
... leave her soone , or let her soone be slaine ! ' Her loathly visage viewing with disdaine , Eftsoones I thought her such as she me told , And would have kild her ; but with faigned paine The false witch did my wrathfull hand withhold ...
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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...