Spenser and the Faery QueenWiley, 1847 - 246 páginas |
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... fight , they watch and duly ward And their bright squadrons round about us plant ; And all for love and nothing for reward ! Oh why should heavenly God to man have such regard ! " And again : 66 Ay me ! how many perils SPENSER AND THE ...
... fight , they watch and duly ward And their bright squadrons round about us plant ; And all for love and nothing for reward ! Oh why should heavenly God to man have such regard ! " And again : 66 Ay me ! how many perils SPENSER AND THE ...
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... fight Ye all forwearied be ; for what so strong , But , wanting rest , will also want of might ? The sun that measures heaven all day long , At night doth bait his steeds the ocean waves among . XXXIII . " Then with the sun take , sir ...
... fight Ye all forwearied be ; for what so strong , But , wanting rest , will also want of might ? The sun that measures heaven all day long , At night doth bait his steeds the ocean waves among . XXXIII . " Then with the sun take , sir ...
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... Fight for the rule of the rich - fleeced flock , Their horned fronts so fierce on either side Do meet , that , with the terror of the shock Astonied , both stand senseless as a block , Forgetful of the hanging victory : So stood these ...
... Fight for the rule of the rich - fleeced flock , Their horned fronts so fierce on either side Do meet , that , with the terror of the shock Astonied , both stand senseless as a block , Forgetful of the hanging victory : So stood these ...
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... fight : XXXIX . And said , " Why , Archimago , luckless sire , What do I see ? what hard mishap is this , That hath thee hither brought to taste mine ire ? Or thine the fault or mine the error is , Instead of foe to wound my friend ...
... fight : XXXIX . And said , " Why , Archimago , luckless sire , What do I see ? what hard mishap is this , That hath thee hither brought to taste mine ire ? Or thine the fault or mine the error is , Instead of foe to wound my friend ...
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... fight . I. YOUNG knight whatever , that dost arms profess , And through long labors huntest after fame , Beware of fraud , beware of fickleness , In choice , and change , of thy dear - loved dame ; Lest thou of her believe too lightly ...
... fight . I. YOUNG knight whatever , that dost arms profess , And through long labors huntest after fame , Beware of fraud , beware of fickleness , In choice , and change , of thy dear - loved dame ; Lest thou of her believe too lightly ...
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adamant rock adown allegory Archimago arms baleful beast behold blood CANTO corse courser cruel cursed dame deadly dear death delight dight dismay'd doth double echo dread earth earthly Edmund Spenser Eftsoons elfin knight erst evermore eyes Faery Faëry Queen fair fair lady fall false Duessa fast fear feeble fell fierce foul Gabriel Harvey gentle Gloriane goodly grace grief ground hand haste hath heart heaven heavenly hight holy honor House of Pride huge lady late light living wight lord mighty never nigh noble nought pain poem poet poetry pride prince proud quake quoth rage Redcross knight Saracen Satyrs seem'd Shakspeare shield Sidney sight sinful bands sire sore sorrow Spenser spright steed sweet thee thence Therewith thou trembling unto wandring weary ween whenas wise woful wondrous wont words wound wrath wretched XXVIII
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Página 76 - The lion would not leave her desolate, But with her went along, as a strong guard Of her chaste person, and a faithful mate Of her sad troubles and misfortunes hard ; Still, when she slept, he kept both watch and ward; And, when she waked, he waited diligent, With humble service to her will prepared : From her fair eyes he took commandement, And ever by her looks conceived her intent.
Página 44 - 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.
Página 7 - 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 31 - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Página 9 - Fulke Greville, servant to Queen Elizabeth, counsellor to King James, and friend to Sir Philip Sidney.
Página 17 - to represent all the moral virtues, assigning to every virtue a Knight to be the patron and defender of the same, in whose actions and feats of arms and chivalry the operations of that virtue, whereof he is the protector, are to be expressed, and the vices and unruly appetites that oppose themselves against the same, to be beaten down and overcome.
Página 55 - And, more to lull him in his slumber soft, A trickling stream from high rock tumbling down, And ever-drizzling rain upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring wind, much like the sound Of swarming bees, did cast him in a swown. No other noise, nor peoples troublous cries, As still are wont t...
Página 48 - A litle glooming light, much like a shade, By which he saw the ugly monster plaine, Halfe like a serpent horribly displaide, But th' other halfe did womans shape retaine, Most lothsom, filthie, foule, and full of vile disdaine.
Página 41 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Página 146 - Upon the top of all his loftie crest, A bunch of haires discolourd diversly, With sprincled pearle, and gold full richly drest, Did shake, and seemd to daunce for jollity; Like to an almond tree ymounted hye On top of greene Selinis all alone, With blossoms brave bedecked daintily; Whose tender locks do tremble every one At every little breath, that under heaven is blowne.