Spenser's Shepherd's Calendar in Relation to Contemporary Affairs, Volume 2Columbia University Press, 1912 - 364 pages |
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allusion Anglican Church Annals appeared April Archbishop Archbishop Parker Areopagus Athenae attack authority Awder Aylmer believe Biog Bishop Briar Burghley Cambridge Cartwright Catholic Cecil clergy Colin Clout connection Cooper corrupt Court courtiers Cuddie Dean Church Dict Dido Diggon Davie Duke Earl of Leicester ecclesiastical eclogue Edmund Spenser Elizabeth England English Essex evidence fable fact Faerie Queene favor Fletcher flock Froude gloss Grindal Grosart Harvey Herford Hobbinol Ibid J. B. Fletcher July eclogue Kirke Lady Leicester's letter literary living Lobbin London Lord Grey Lord North marriage ment ministers Mother Hubberd's Tale Mullinger Norfolk October P. W. Long Palinode Parker pastoral patron person Ph.D Philip Sidney Piers poem poet poet's poetry probably proceedings Puritan reference regard relation remarks Roffy Rosalind satire September eclogue shepheards Shepherd's Calender Sidney's Spen Strype theory Thomalin tion University Whitgift words writing
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Page 264 - Silvestres homines sacer interpresque deorum Caedibus et victu foedo deterruit Orpheus, Dictus ob hoc lenire tigres rabidosque leones ; Dictus et Amphion, Thebanae conditor arcis, Saxa movere sono testudinis et prece blanda Ducere quo vellet.
Page 90 - He now is gone, the whiles the Foxe is crept Into the hole, the which the Badger swept.
Page 246 - Yet the brave Courtier, in whose beauteous thought Regard of honour harbours more than ought, Doth loath such base condition, to backbite Anies good name for envie or despite: He stands on tearmes of honourable minde, Ne will be carried with the common winde Of Courts...
Page 244 - ASTROPHEL A PASTORALL ELEGIE UPON THE DEATH OF THE MOST NOBLE AND VALOROUS KNIGHT SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
Page 47 - Oake. The Axes edge did oft turne againe, As halfe unwilling to cutte the graine ; Semed, the sencelesse yron dyd feare, Or to wrong holy eld did forbeare ; For it had bene an auncient tree, Sacred with many a mysteree, And often crost with the priestes crewe, And often halowed with holy-water dewe : But sike fancies weren foolerie, And broughten this Oake to this miserye ; For nought mought they quitten him from decay, For fiercely the good man at him did laye.
Page 278 - And nowe they haue proclaimed in their [Greek: hareiophaga] a generall surceasing and silence of balde rymers, and also of the verie beste to; in steade whereof they haue, by authoritie of their whole senate, prescribed certaine lawes and rules of quantities of English sillables for English verse; hauing had thereof already greate practise, and drawen mee to their faction.
Page 49 - Whose naked armes stretch unto the fyre, Unto such tyrannic doth aspire ; Hindering with his shade my lovely light, And robbing me of the swete sonnes sight ? So beate his old boughes my tender side, That oft the bloud springeth from wounds wyde : Untimely my flowres forced to fall, That bene the honor of your coronall.
Page 278 - I scorne and spue out the rakehellye route of our ragged rymers (for so themselves use to hunt the letter) which without learning boste, without judgement jangle, without reason rage and fome, as if some instinct of Poeticall spirite had newly ravished them above the meanenesse of common capacitie.
Page 171 - ... patched up the holes with peces and rags of other languages, borrowing here of the french, there of the Italian, every where of the Latine, not weighing how il those tongues accorde with themselves, but much worse with ours : So now they have made our English tongue, a gallimaufray or hodge-podge of al other speches.
Page 207 - Gather together ye my little flocke, My little flock, that was to me so liefe ; Let me, ah ! lette me in your foldes ye lock, Ere the breme' Winter breede you greater griefe. Winter is come, that blowes the balefull breath, And after Winter commeth timely death. Adieu, delightes, that lulled me asleepe ; Adieu, my deare, whose love I bought so deare ; Adieu, my little Lambes and loved sheepe ; Adieu, ye Woodes, that oft my witnesse were : Adieu, good Hobbinoll, that was so true, Tell Rosalind, her...