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... blood forth gushed from her Her scattred brood , soone as their parent deare They saw so rudely falling to the ground , Groning full deadly all with troublous feare Gathred themselves about her body round , Weening their wonted entrance ...
... blood forth gushed from her Her scattred brood , soone as their parent deare They saw so rudely falling to the ground , Groning full deadly all with troublous feare Gathred themselves about her body round , Weening their wonted entrance ...
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... blood , and for her tender youth . And sayd , " Ah , sir , my liege lord , and my love , Shall I accuse the hidden cruell fate , And mightie causes wrought in Heaven above , Or the blind god , that doth me thus amale Canto 1 . 35 THE ...
... blood , and for her tender youth . And sayd , " Ah , sir , my liege lord , and my love , Shall I accuse the hidden cruell fate , And mightie causes wrought in Heaven above , Or the blind god , that doth me thus amale Canto 1 . 35 THE ...
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... blood . At last dull weariness of former fight Having yrockt asleepe his irksome spriget , That troublous Dreame gan freshly tosse his braine With bowres , and beds , and ladies deare delight : But , when he saw his labour all was vaine ...
... blood . At last dull weariness of former fight Having yrockt asleepe his irksome spriget , That troublous Dreame gan freshly tosse his braine With bowres , and beds , and ladies deare delight : But , when he saw his labour all was vaine ...
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... blood to spare ? " Then , groning deep ; " Nor damned ghost , " quoth he , " Nor guileful sprite , to thee these words doth speake , But once a man Fradubio , now a tree ; Wretched man , wretched tree ! whose nature weake A cruell witch ...
... blood to spare ? " Then , groning deep ; " Nor damned ghost , " quoth he , " Nor guileful sprite , to thee these words doth speake , But once a man Fradubio , now a tree ; Wretched man , wretched tree ! whose nature weake A cruell witch ...
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... blood he might be innocent , And with fresh clay did close the wooden wound : Then turning to his lady dead with fear he fownd . Her seeming dead he fownd with feigned feare , As all unweeting of that well she knew ; And paynd himselfe ...
... blood he might be innocent , And with fresh clay did close the wooden wound : Then turning to his lady dead with fear he fownd . Her seeming dead he fownd with feigned feare , As all unweeting of that well she knew ; And paynd himselfe ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Archimago armes aspyre beast beauty behold blood bowre brest brought chaunge courser cruell dame deadly deare death delight devize doest doth dread Duessa Earth Elfin knight eternall eyes face Faery knight Faery Queene faire faire lady false farre fast fayre feare feeble flowre fowle fownd gentle glory goodly grace griefe grone ground Guyon hand hart hast hath heare Heaven heavenly hight honour ioyous king lady light living wight lord MICHAEL DRAYTON mighty never nigh nought Oberon powre proud queen Mab quoth rage Redcrosse Redcrosse knight rest seemd seeming selfe shame shee shew shield shyne sight sonne soone sore soul Spenser spide spright straunge Sunne sweet syre thee therein thereof Therewith thing thou thought trew unto vaine wandring wanton wearie weene whenas wise wize wondrous wont wound wrath wretched wyde yron
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Página 230 - Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound, Of all that mote delight a daintie eare, Such as attonce might not on living ground, Save in this Paradise, be heard elsewhere : Right hard it was for wight which did it heare, To read what manner musicke that mote bee ; For all that pleasing is to living eare Was there consorted in one harmonee ; Birdes...
Página 252 - The more they on it stare. But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground, Are governed with goodly modesty, That suffers not one look to glance awry, Which may let in a little thought unsound. Why blush ye, love, to give to me your hand, The pledge of all our band?
Página 258 - Out of the bosome of eternall blisse, In which he reigned with his glorious syre, He downe descended...
Página 226 - That so faire winepresse made the wine more sweet: Thereof she usd to give to drinke to each, Whom passing by she happened to meet: It was her guise, all straungers goodly so to greet.
Página 102 - And oft for dread of hurt would him advise The angry beastes not rashly to despise, Nor too much to provoke; for he would learne The lyon stoup to him in lowly wise, (A lesson hard,) and make the libbard Sterne Leave roaring, when in rage he for revenge did earne.
Página 32 - And cursed heven; and spake reprochful shame Of highest God, the Lord of life and light. A bold bad man ! that dar'd to call by name Great Gorgon, prince of darknes and dead night; At which Cocytus quakes, and Styx is put to flight.
Página 22 - That lasie seemd, in being ever last, Or wearied with bearing of her bag Of needments at his backe.
Página 326 - Upon a grasshopper they got And, what with amble and with trot, For hedge nor ditch they spared not, But after her they hie them; A cobweb over them they throw, To shield the wind if it should blow, Themselves they wisely could bestow, Lest any should espy them.
Página 29 - At length they chaunst to meet upon the way An aged Sire, in long blacke weedes yclad, His feete all bare, his beard all hoarie gray, And by his belt his booke he hanging had ; Sober he seemde, and very sagely sad, And to the ground his eyes were lowly bent, Simple in shew, and voide of malice bad, And all the way he prayed, as he went, And often knockt his brest, as one that did repent.
Página 238 - And, sooth, men say that he was not the sonne Of mortall Syre or other living wight, But wondrously begotten, and begonne By false illusion of a guilefull Spright On a faire Lady Nonne, that whilome hight Matilda, daughter to Pubidius, Who was the lord of Mathraval by right, And coosen unto king Ambrosius ; Whence he indued was with skill so merveilous.