The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... tremble all for griefe , And curst th ' accesse of that celestiall Theife . W. R. ANOTHER OF THE SAME . THE prayse of meaner wits this Worke like profit brings , [ sings . As doth the Cuckoes song delight when Philumena written bin . If ...
... tremble all for griefe , And curst th ' accesse of that celestiall Theife . W. R. ANOTHER OF THE SAME . THE prayse of meaner wits this Worke like profit brings , [ sings . As doth the Cuckoes song delight when Philumena written bin . If ...
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... trembling with every blast , Made a calme shadowe far in compasse round : The fearefull shepheard , often there aghast , Under them never sat , ne wont there sound His mery oaten pipe ; but shund th ' unlucky ground . XXIX . But this ...
... trembling with every blast , Made a calme shadowe far in compasse round : The fearefull shepheard , often there aghast , Under them never sat , ne wont there sound His mery oaten pipe ; but shund th ' unlucky ground . XXIX . But this ...
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... trembling cheare Her up he tooke , ( too simple and too trew , ) And oft her kist . At length , all passed feare , He set her on her steede , and forward forth did beare . VI . Id thereof he kist her wearie feet , C. II . 63 THE FAERIE ...
... trembling cheare Her up he tooke , ( too simple and too trew , ) And oft her kist . At length , all passed feare , He set her on her steede , and forward forth did beare . VI . Id thereof he kist her wearie feet , C. II . 63 THE FAERIE ...
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... trembling brest , Under his lordly foot him proudly hath supprest . XX . Him booteth not resist , nor succour call , His bleeding hart is in the vengers hand ; Who streight him rent in thousand peeces small , And quite dismembred hath ...
... trembling brest , Under his lordly foot him proudly hath supprest . XX . Him booteth not resist , nor succour call , His bleeding hart is in the vengers hand ; Who streight him rent in thousand peeces small , And quite dismembred hath ...
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... Trembling through hasty rage , when choler in him sweld . XXXIV . His ruffin raiment all was staind with blood Which he had spilt , and all to rags yrent ; Through unadvized rashnes woxen wood ; For of his hands he had no governement ...
... Trembling through hasty rage , when choler in him sweld . XXXIV . His ruffin raiment all was staind with blood Which he had spilt , and all to rags yrent ; Through unadvized rashnes woxen wood ; For of his hands he had no governement ...
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adamant rocke Archimago armes Beast behold blood brest CANTO carefull chaunce chaunst corage courser cruell Dame deadly deare death devize dore doth dread dreadfull EDMUND SPENSER Elfin Knight Enchaunter enimy eternall evermore eyes Faery Knight Faery Queene faire faire Lady false Duessa fast fayre feare feeble flowre fowle gentle Gloriane goodly grace griefe groning Gyaunt hand hart hast hath heaven heavenly hight ioyous Lady light living wight Lord mightie Muse never nigh noble nought Paynim poet powre pray Prince proud quake quight quoth rage Redcrosse Knight Sansfoy Satyres seemd selfe sence Shee shew shield shyne sight Sith sonne sore sownd speach Spenser spide spright steed straunge suddein sweet syre thee Therewith thou thrall trembling trew unto vaine vertues wandring wearie weene whenas wofull wondrous wonne wont woodgods wound wretched wyde XXXVII yron
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Página 30 - 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...
Página 157 - Faery thee uuweeting reft, There as thou slepst in tender swadling band, And her base Elfin brood there for thee left : Such, men do chaungelings call, so chaung'd by Faeries theft.
Página 40 - With faire discourse the evening so they pas : For that olde man of pleasing wordes had store, And well could file his tongue as smooth as glas, He told of Saintes and Popes, and evermore He strowd an Ave-Mary after and before.
Página 33 - Yea but (quoth she) the perill of this place I better wot then you, though now too late To wish you backe returne with foule disgrace, Yet wisedome warnes, whilest foot is in the gate, To stay the steppe, ere forced to retrate. This is the wandring wood, this Errours den, A monster vile, whom God and man does hate : Therefore I read beware. Fly fly (quoth then The fearefull dwarfe) this is no place for living men.
Página 3 - The generall end therefore of all the booke is to fashion a gentleman or noble person in vertuous and gentle discipline...
Página 29 - A GENTLE Knight was pricking on the plaine, Ycladd in mightie armes and silver shielde, Wherein old dints of deepe woundes did remaine, The cruell markes of many a bloody fielde ; Yet armes till that time did he never wield : His angry steede did chide his foming bitt, As much disdayning to the curbe to yield : Full jolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt, As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.
Página 42 - He, making speedy way through spersed ayre, And through the world of waters wide and deepe, To Morpheus house doth hastily repaire. Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe, And low, where dawning day doth never peepe, His dwelling is; there Tethys his wet bed Doth ever wash, and Cynthia still doth steepe In silver deaw his ever-drouping hed, Whiles sad Night over him her mantle black doth spred.
Página 35 - Now, now, Sir knight, shew what ye bee; Add faith unto your force, and be not faint; Strangle her, els she sure will strangle thee." That when he heard, in great perplexitie, His gall did grate for griefe and high disdaine; And, knitting all his force, got one hand free, Wherewith he grypt her gorge with so great paine, That soone to loose her wicked bands did her constraine.
Página xiii - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Página 4 - I labour to pourtraict in Arthure, before he was king, the image of a brave knight, perfected in the twelve private morall vertues, as Aristotle hath devised...