The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Spenser, DanielAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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Sivu 13
... Heaven ) Had tane a humane shape to win his love , Or with the westerne swaines for glory strove . He sung th ' heroicke knights of faery land In lines so elegant , of such command , That had the Thracian plaid but halfe so well He had ...
... Heaven ) Had tane a humane shape to win his love , Or with the westerne swaines for glory strove . He sung th ' heroicke knights of faery land In lines so elegant , of such command , That had the Thracian plaid but halfe so well He had ...
Sivu 26
... Heaven is to hearc . " Lo , how finely the Graces can it foote To the instrument : They dauncen deffly , and singen soote , In their meriment . Wants not a fourth Grace , to make the daunce even ? Let that rowme to my lady bee yeven ...
... Heaven is to hearc . " Lo , how finely the Graces can it foote To the instrument : They dauncen deffly , and singen soote , In their meriment . Wants not a fourth Grace , to make the daunce even ? Let that rowme to my lady bee yeven ...
Sivu 31
... Heaven forewent , Their good is with them goe ; Their sample onely to us lent , That als we mought doe soe . Shepheards they weren of the best , And lived in lowly leas : That bought his flocke so deare , And them did save with bloudy ...
... Heaven forewent , Their good is with them goe ; Their sample onely to us lent , That als we mought doe soe . Shepheards they weren of the best , And lived in lowly leas : That bought his flocke so deare , And them did save with bloudy ...
Sivu 37
... Heavens did quake his verse to heare . But ah ! Mecænas is yclad in claye , And great Augustus long ygoe is dead ... Heaven apace . CUD . Ah ! Percy , it is all - to weake and wanne , So high to sore and make so large a flight ; Her ...
... Heavens did quake his verse to heare . But ah ! Mecænas is yclad in claye , And great Augustus long ygoe is dead ... Heaven apace . CUD . Ah ! Percy , it is all - to weake and wanne , So high to sore and make so large a flight ; Her ...
Sivu 39
... Heaven hent . O happie herse ! Cease now , my Muse , now cease thy sorrowes sourse , O joyful verse ! " Why waile we ... Heavens hight . I see thee , blessed soule ! I see Walk in Elisian fieldes free . O happie herse ! Might I once come ...
... Heaven hent . O happie herse ! Cease now , my Muse , now cease thy sorrowes sourse , O joyful verse ! " Why waile we ... Heavens hight . I see thee , blessed soule ! I see Walk in Elisian fieldes free . O happie herse ! Might I once come ...
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Archimago armes Artegall beast behold blood bowre brest Britomart brought Calidore chaunce cruell dame daunger deare death delight despight devize dight doest doth dread dreadfull duke of York Eftsoones Elfin knight evermore eyes Faerie Queene Faery faire faire lady farre fayre feare flowre fortune gentle glory goodly grace griefe grone Guyon hand hart hast hath Heaven heavenly hight himselfe honour king knight lady late light litle living lord mighty Mongst mote never nigh noble nought nymphes paine pow'r powre prince queene quoth rage rest sayd seem'd selfe shame shee shepheards SHEPHEARDS CALENDER shew shield shyning sight Sith skie sonne soone sore sorrow spide spright steed streight Sunne sweet thee thence thereof things thou thought trew unto vaine vertue villein weene whenas wight wize wondrous wont wound wretched wyde yron
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Sivu 119 - How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant! They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us plant; And all for love, and nothing for reward: O why should Heavenly God to men have such regard ? LONDON: APPROVED SCHOOL BOOKS.
Sivu 119 - How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us, that succour want? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant?
Sivu 50 - 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: No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes, As still are wont t' annoy the walled towne, Might there be heard: but carelesse Quiet lyes, Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enimyes.
Sivu 47 - That greatest Gloriana to him gave, (That greatest Glorious Queene of Faery lond) To winne him worshippe, and her grace to have, Which of all earthly thinges he most did crave : And ever as he rode his hart did earne To prove his puissance in battell brave Upon his foe, and his new force to learne, Upon his foe, a Dragon horrible and stearne.
Sivu 55 - 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.
Sivu 413 - O! fayrest goddesse, do thou not envy My love with me to spy: For thou likewise didst love, though now unthought...
Sivu 55 - O, how can beautie maister the most strong, And simple truth subdue avenging wrong ! Whose yielded pryde and proud submission, Still dreading death, when she had marked long, Her hart gan melt in great compassion ; And drizling teares did shed for pure affection. 'The Lyon, Lord of everie beast in field.
Sivu 47 - 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.
Sivu 395 - Come softly swimming downe along the Lee ; Two fairer Birds I yet did never see ; The snow, which doth the top of Pindus strew...
Sivu 169 - Right in the middest of that Paradise There stood a stately mount, on whose round top A gloomy grove of mirtle trees did rise...