The Poetical Works of Edward Young ...Little, Brown, 1860 - English poetry |
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... unto that most brave knight , your noble brother deceased ; which , taking roote , began in his life time somewhat to bud forth , and to shew themselves to him , as then in the weakenes of their first spring ; and would in their riper ...
... unto that most brave knight , your noble brother deceased ; which , taking roote , began in his life time somewhat to bud forth , and to shew themselves to him , as then in the weakenes of their first spring ; and would in their riper ...
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... unto me By Romane victors which it wonne of yore ; Though nought at all but ruines now I bee , And lye in mine owne ashes , as ye see , VERLAME I was ; what bootes it that I was , Sith now I am but weedes and wastfull gras ? 2 Forlorne ...
... unto me By Romane victors which it wonne of yore ; Though nought at all but ruines now I bee , And lye in mine owne ashes , as ye see , VERLAME I was ; what bootes it that I was , Sith now I am but weedes and wastfull gras ? 2 Forlorne ...
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... unto all that true affection beare , But unto thee most deare , O dearest Dame , His noble spouse and paragon of fame . 1 Quite , acquit . 2 Trie , experience . 240 245 Ver . 225. Colin Cloute . ] Spenser himself , who had been be ...
... unto all that true affection beare , But unto thee most deare , O dearest Dame , His noble spouse and paragon of fame . 1 Quite , acquit . 2 Trie , experience . 240 245 Ver . 225. Colin Cloute . ] Spenser himself , who had been be ...
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... unto his native place ; Too soone for all that did his love embrace , 1 Impe , graft , scion . 285 290 Ver . 275. — That goodly ladie , & c . ] Lady Mary Sidney , mother of Sir Philip Sidney and the Countess of Pembroke . Ver . 281 ...
... unto his native place ; Too soone for all that did his love embrace , 1 Impe , graft , scion . 285 290 Ver . 275. — That goodly ladie , & c . ] Lady Mary Sidney , mother of Sir Philip Sidney and the Countess of Pembroke . Ver . 281 ...
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... Unto his heavenlie Maker to present His bodie , as a spotles sacrifise , And chose that guiltie hands of enemies Should powre forth th ' offring of his guiltles blood : So life exchanging for his countries good . " O noble spirite ...
... Unto his heavenlie Maker to present His bodie , as a spotles sacrifise , And chose that guiltie hands of enemies Should powre forth th ' offring of his guiltles blood : So life exchanging for his countries good . " O noble spirite ...
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Page 130 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent...
Page 310 - Their snowie foreheads therewithall they crownd, Whil'st one did sing this lay, Prepar'd against that day, Against their brydale day, which was not long: Sweete Themmes, runne softly, till I end my song.
Page 298 - And lende me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the houres theyr numbers spend? How slowly does sad Time his feathers move? Hast thee, O fayrest Planet, to thy home, Within the Westerne fome : Thy tyred steedes long since have need of rest.
Page 290 - Wake now, my love, awake! for it is time: The rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed, All ready to her silver coche to clyme, And Phoebus gins to shew his glorious hed.
Page 242 - Lyke captives trembling at the victors sight. And happy lines! on which, with starry light, , Those lamping eyes will deigne sometimes to look, And reade the sorrowes of my dying spright, Written with teares in harts close bleeding book.
Page 310 - Themmes ! runne softly, till I end my Song. Then forth they all out of their baskets drew Great store of Flowers, the honour of the field, That to the sense did fragrant odours yield, All which upon those goodly Birds they threw And all the Waves did strew, That like old Peneus...
Page 307 - Zephyrus did softly play A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titans beames, which then did glyster fayre : When I whom sullein care, Through discontent of my long fruitlesse stay In Princes Court, and expectation vayne Of idle hopes, which still doe fly away, Like empty shaddowes, did afflict my brayne, Walkt forth to ease my payne 10 Along the shoare of silver streaming Themmes...
Page 335 - 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.
Page 289 - And long since ready forth his maske to move, With his bright Tead that flames with many a flake, And many a bachelor to waite on him, In theyr fresh garments trim. Bid her awake therefore, and soone her dight, For lo!
Page 290 - For feare the stones her tender foot should wrong Be strewed with fragrant flowers all along, And diapred lyke the discolored mead.