The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Spenser, DanielAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 - English poetry |
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... passing all conceit , needs no defence . Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus ' lute , the queen of music , makes ; And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd , Whenas himself to singing he betakes . One god is god ...
... passing all conceit , needs no defence . Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus ' lute , the queen of music , makes ; And I in deep delight am chiefly drown'd , Whenas himself to singing he betakes . One god is god ...
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... passing weares , ( As garments doen , which wexen olde above , ) And draweth newe delights with hoarie haires . Tho couth I sing of love , and tune my pype Unto my plaintive pleas in verses made ; Tho would I seeke for queene - apples ...
... passing weares , ( As garments doen , which wexen olde above , ) And draweth newe delights with hoarie haires . Tho couth I sing of love , and tune my pype Unto my plaintive pleas in verses made ; Tho would I seeke for queene - apples ...
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... passing skill with him is fledde , The fame whereof doth daylie greater growe . But , if on mee some little drops would flowe Of that he spring was in his learned hedde , I soone would learne these woods to waile my woe , And teache the ...
... passing skill with him is fledde , The fame whereof doth daylie greater growe . But , if on mee some little drops would flowe Of that he spring was in his learned hedde , I soone would learne these woods to waile my woe , And teache the ...
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... passing his reach , and in mine opinion all other the aeglogues of this book . THENOT . COLIN . THENOT . COLIN , my deare , when shall it please thee sing , As thou wert wont , songes of some iouisaunce ? Thy Muse too long slombreth in ...
... passing his reach , and in mine opinion all other the aeglogues of this book . THENOT . COLIN . THENOT . COLIN , my deare , when shall it please thee sing , As thou wert wont , songes of some iouisaunce ? Thy Muse too long slombreth in ...
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... passing by that way To see that buried dust of living fame , Whose tomb faire Love , and fairer Virtue kept ; All suddenly I saw the Faery Queene : At whose approch the soule of Petrarke wept , And from thenceforth those graces were not ...
... passing by that way To see that buried dust of living fame , Whose tomb faire Love , and fairer Virtue kept ; All suddenly I saw the Faery Queene : At whose approch the soule of Petrarke wept , And from thenceforth those graces were not ...
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Page 119 - 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.
Page 119 - 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?
Page 50 - And, more, to lulle him in his slumber soft, A trickling streame from high rock tumbling downe, And ever-drizling raine upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne Of swarming bees, did cast him in a swowne: No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes, As still are wont t' annoy the walled towne, Might there be heard: but carelesse Quiet lyes, Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enimyes.
Page 47 - 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 To prove his puissance in battell brave Upon his foe, and his new force to learne, Upon his foe, a Dragon horrible and stearne.
Page 55 - And layd her stole aside. Her angels face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place : Did never mortall eye behold such heavenly grace.
Page 413 - O! fayrest goddesse, do thou not envy My love with me to spy: For thou likewise didst love, though now unthought...
Page 55 - O, how can beautie maister the most strong, And simple truth subdue avenging wrong ! Whose yielded pryde and proud submission, Still dreading death, when she had marked long, Her hart gan melt in great compassion ; And drizling teares did shed for pure affection. 'The Lyon, Lord of everie beast in field.
Page 47 - 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.
Page 395 - Come softly swimming downe along the Lee ; Two fairer Birds I yet did never see ; The snow, which doth the top of Pindus strew...
Page 169 - Right in the middest of that Paradise There stood a stately mount, on whose round top A gloomy grove of mirtle trees did rise...