Select Works of the British Poets: From Chaucer to Jonson, with Biographical SketchesLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1831 - 1016 páginas |
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... head A rich fret of gold , which without dread Was full of stately rich stones set , And euery lady had a chapelet On her head of fresh and greene , So wele wrought and so meruellously , That it was a noble sight to seene , Some of ...
... head A rich fret of gold , which without dread Was full of stately rich stones set , And euery lady had a chapelet On her head of fresh and greene , So wele wrought and so meruellously , That it was a noble sight to seene , Some of ...
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... head . Yet sawe I Scilla and Darius where they stoode , Theyr great crueltie , and the diepe bludshed Of frendes : Cyrus I sawe and his host dead , And howe the queene with great despyte hath flonge His head in bloud of them she ...
... head . Yet sawe I Scilla and Darius where they stoode , Theyr great crueltie , and the diepe bludshed Of frendes : Cyrus I sawe and his host dead , And howe the queene with great despyte hath flonge His head in bloud of them she ...
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... head with crowne of golde ysprad , And in his hand the royal scepter set , And he with pryncely purple rychely clad , Yet was his hart wyth wretched cares orefret : And inwardly with deadly fear beset , Of those whom he by rygour kept ...
... head with crowne of golde ysprad , And in his hand the royal scepter set , And he with pryncely purple rychely clad , Yet was his hart wyth wretched cares orefret : And inwardly with deadly fear beset , Of those whom he by rygour kept ...
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... head and lyfe I lost . And with these wordes , as if the are even there Dismembred had his head and corps aparte , Dead fel he downe : and we in woful feare Stoode mazed when he would to lyef revert : But deadly griefes still grewe ...
... head and lyfe I lost . And with these wordes , as if the are even there Dismembred had his head and corps aparte , Dead fel he downe : and we in woful feare Stoode mazed when he would to lyef revert : But deadly griefes still grewe ...
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... head . 9. Get crow made of iron , deep hole for to make , With cross overthwart it , as sharp as a stake , A hone and a parer , like sole of a boot , To pare away grass , and to raise up the root . 10. In March is good graffing , the ...
... head . 9. Get crow made of iron , deep hole for to make , With cross overthwart it , as sharp as a stake , A hone and a parer , like sole of a boot , To pare away grass , and to raise up the root . 10. In March is good graffing , the ...
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alwayes Archimago armes Artegall beast behold brest Britomart brought Calidore chaunce cruell dame daunger dayes deare death despight devize doth dread dreadfull earth Eftsoones Elfin knight euery evermore eyes Faery knight Faery queene faire faire lady fame farre fast fayre feare foule gentle goodly grace grone Guyon hand hart hast hath haue Heavens hight himselfe hire honour knight lady light litle lord loue mayd mede mighty minde mote neuer nigh noble nought paine powre pray prince quod quoth rest ryght Sapience sayd seemd selfe shal shame shee shew shield shyne sight sith sonne soone sore sorrow sory spide spright steed straunge streight Sunne thee thereof thing thou thought trew unto vaine vertue villein vnto vpon warre weene whan whenas wight wise wize wonne wound wretched wyde yron
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Página 305 - 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?
Página 305 - 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.
Página 242 - The lyon would not leave her desolate, But with her went along, as a strong gard Of her chast person, and a faythfull mate Of her sad troubles and misfortunes hard : Still...
Página 327 - 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, voices, instruments, windes, waters, all agree ; The joyous birdes, shrouded in chearefull shade, Their notes unto the voice attempred sweet ; Th...
Página 234 - 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...
Página 234 - Behind her farre away a Dwarfe did lag, That lasie seemd, in being ever last, Or wearied with bearing of her bag Of needments at his backe.
Página 429 - Or weigh the thought that from mans mind doth flow : But if the weight of these thou canst not show, Weigh but one word which from thy lips doth fall : For how canst thou those greater secrets know, That doest not know the least thing of them all ? Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
Página 318 - Deare countrey ! O! how dearely deare Ought thy remembraunce and perpetuall band Be to thy foster Childe, that from thy hand Did commun breath and nouriture receave. How brutish is it not to understand How much to her we owe, that all us gave ; That gave unto us all what ever good we have.
Página 236 - Then choosing out few words most horrible, (Let none them read) thereof did verses frame ; With which, and other spelles like terrible, He bad awake blacke Plutoes griesly Dame ; 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 495 - doe men The heavens of their fortunes fault accuse, Sith they know best what is the best for them; For they to each such fortune doe diffuse, As they doe know each can most aptly use: For not that which men covet most is best, Nor that thing worst which men do most refuse ; But fittest is, that all contented rest With that they hold : each hath his fortune in his brest.