The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser: With Memoir and Critical Dissertations, Volume 5J. Nichol, 1859 |
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... light of simple verity Buried in ruins , through the great outráge Of her own people led with warlike rage : Camden ! though time all monuments obscure , Yet thy just labours ever shall endure . ' But why ( unhappy wight ! ) do I thus ...
... light of simple verity Buried in ruins , through the great outráge Of her own people led with warlike rage : Camden ! though time all monuments obscure , Yet thy just labours ever shall endure . ' But why ( unhappy wight ! ) do I thus ...
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... light Of things forepast , nor monuments of time ; And all that in this world is worthy hight Shall die in darkness , and lie hid in slime ! Therefore I mourn with deep heart's sorrowing , Because I nothing noble have to sing.- 79 90 ...
... light Of things forepast , nor monuments of time ; And all that in this world is worthy hight Shall die in darkness , and lie hid in slime ! Therefore I mourn with deep heart's sorrowing , Because I nothing noble have to sing.- 79 90 ...
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... light and heaven does hate : They in the minds of men now tyrannise , And the fair scene with rudeness foul disguise . All places they with folly have possest , And with vain toys the vulgar entertain ; * Thalia : ' Muse of Comedy . 180 ...
... light and heaven does hate : They in the minds of men now tyrannise , And the fair scene with rudeness foul disguise . All places they with folly have possest , And with vain toys the vulgar entertain ; * Thalia : ' Muse of Comedy . 180 ...
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... light defaced ; And , gathering unto him a ragged rout 251 260 Of Fauns and Satyrs , hath our dwellings raced ; 2 And our chaste bowers , in which all virtue reigned , With brutishness and beastly filth hath stained . 270 The sacred ...
... light defaced ; And , gathering unto him a ragged rout 251 260 Of Fauns and Satyrs , hath our dwellings raced ; 2 And our chaste bowers , in which all virtue reigned , With brutishness and beastly filth hath stained . 270 The sacred ...
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... light by Venus brought , The sweet companions of the Muses late , From whom whatever thing is goodly thought , Doth borrow grace , the fancy to aggrate ; Go beg with us , and be companions still , As heretofore of good , so now of ill ...
... light by Venus brought , The sweet companions of the Muses late , From whom whatever thing is goodly thought , Doth borrow grace , the fancy to aggrate ; Go beg with us , and be companions still , As heretofore of good , so now of ill ...
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Alcyon amongst Arthur Gorges beams beasts beauty behold bliss bower brave bright celestial Colin Countess of Pembroke cruel Cynthia dart dear death delight doth dreadful earth earthly echo ring EDMUND SPENSER eternal eyes fair fairest fear feed fire flowers gentle glorious glory golden goodly grace grief happy hast hate hath hear heart heaven heavenly honour Hymen immortal John Spenser Lady lament light live Lord love's mighty mind mortal mourn Muse never noble nought Nymphs pain peerless price Penelope Devereux plaint pleasure praise pride quoth rest sacred Sapience scorn seek seem'd shepherd shew sight sing Sir Philip Sidney Sith skill song sore sorrow soul Spenser spoil sprite sweet thee thereof Thessaly things thou dost thought twixt unto ween weep whilst wight wondrous wont Woodgods woods worthy wretched
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Page 105 - 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...
Page 273 - And sprinkle all the posts and walls with wine, That they may sweat, and drunken be withal. Crown ye God Bacchus with a coronal, And Hymen also crown with wreaths of vine; And let the Graces dance unto the rest, For they can do it best: The whiles the maidens do their carol sing, .To which the woods shall answer, and their echo ring.
Page 269 - Hymen, they do shout ; That, even to the heavens theyr shouting shrill Doth reach, and all the firmament doth fill ; To which the people standing all about, As in approvance, doe thereto applaud, And loud advaunce her laud ; And evermore they Hymen, Hymen sing, That al the woods them answer, and theyr eccho ring.
Page 216 - Through your bright beams doth not the blinded guest Shoot out his darts to base affections wound ; But Angels come to lead frail minds to rest In chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; You stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak ; You calm the storm that passion did begin, Strong through your cause, but by your virtue weak.
Page 270 - Her modest eyes, abashed to behold So many gazers as on her do stare, Upon the lowly ground affixed are; Ne dare lift up her countenance too bold, But blush to heare her prayses sung so loud, So farre from being proud.
Page 246 - ONE day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away. Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide and made my pains his prey. 'Vain man,' said she, 'that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize, For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wiped out likewise.
Page 206 - To deck their bridegrooms' posies, Against the bridal day, which was not long: Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song. With that, I saw two swans of goodly hue Come softly swimming down along the lee; Two fairer birds I yet did never see. The snow which doth the top of Pindus...
Page 267 - gins to show his glorious head. Hark! how the cheerful birds do chant their lays And carol of Love's praise.
Page 214 - That being now with her huge brightnesse dazed, Base thing I can no more endure to view : But, looking still on her, I stand amazed At wondrous sight of so celestiall hew. So when my toung would speak her praises dew, It stopped is with thoughts...
Page 296 - So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight, With cheerful grace and amiable sight. For, of the soul, the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the body make.