The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Spenser, DanielAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... selfe is shadowed , how farre he is from such vaunted titles and glorious shewes , both himselfe sheweth , where he sayth : Of Muses Hobbin , I conne no skill . and Enough is me to paint out my unrest , & c . his unstayed youth had long ...
... selfe is shadowed , how farre he is from such vaunted titles and glorious shewes , both himselfe sheweth , where he sayth : Of Muses Hobbin , I conne no skill . and Enough is me to paint out my unrest , & c . his unstayed youth had long ...
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... selfe , in smothering your de- served praises ; and all men generally , in with - name , Ianuarie : wherein to some hee may seeme holding from them so divine pleasures , which they fouly to have faulted , in that he erroniously begin ...
... selfe , in smothering your de- served praises ; and all men generally , in with - name , Ianuarie : wherein to some hee may seeme holding from them so divine pleasures , which they fouly to have faulted , in that he erroniously begin ...
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... Selfe have I worne out thrise thirtie yeres , Some in much ioy , many in many teares , Yet never complained of cold nor heate , Of sommers flame , nor of winters threate , Ne ever was to Fortune foeman , But gently tooke that ungently ...
... Selfe have I worne out thrise thirtie yeres , Some in much ioy , many in many teares , Yet never complained of cold nor heate , Of sommers flame , nor of winters threate , Ne ever was to Fortune foeman , But gently tooke that ungently ...
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... selfe his slomber broke ? " Bring hether the pincke and purple cullambine , With. His wonderous weight made the ground to quake , Th ' earth shronke under him , and seemed to shake : There lyeth the oake , pitied of none ! " Now stands ...
... selfe his slomber broke ? " Bring hether the pincke and purple cullambine , With. His wonderous weight made the ground to quake , Th ' earth shronke under him , and seemed to shake : There lyeth the oake , pitied of none ! " Now stands ...
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... selfe boye , ( Ab , for Colin ! he whilome my ioye :) Shepheards sich , God mought us many send , That doen so carefully theyr flocks tend . DIG . Thilke same shepheard mought I well marke , He has a dogge to bite or to barke ; Never ...
... selfe boye , ( Ab , for Colin ! he whilome my ioye :) Shepheards sich , God mought us many send , That doen so carefully theyr flocks tend . DIG . Thilke same shepheard mought I well marke , He has a dogge to bite or to barke ; Never ...
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119 ページ - 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.
119 ページ - 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?
50 ページ - 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.
47 ページ - 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.
55 ページ - 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.
413 ページ - O! fayrest goddesse, do thou not envy My love with me to spy: For thou likewise didst love, though now unthought...
55 ページ - 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.
47 ページ - 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.
395 ページ - Come softly swimming downe along the Lee ; Two fairer Birds I yet did never see ; The snow, which doth the top of Pindus strew...
169 ページ - Right in the middest of that Paradise There stood a stately mount, on whose round top A gloomy grove of mirtle trees did rise...