The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser: With the Life of the Author and the Critical Remarks of Hughes, Spence, Warton, Upton, and Hurd, Band 3Cadell and Davies ... and Samuel Bagster, 1807 |
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... backe he fell : But those three monstrous stones doe most excell , Which that huge sonne of hideous Albion , Whose father Hercules in Fraunce did quell , Great Godmer threw , in fierce contention , At bold Canutus ; but of him was ...
... backe he fell : But those three monstrous stones doe most excell , Which that huge sonne of hideous Albion , Whose father Hercules in Fraunce did quell , Great Godmer threw , in fierce contention , At bold Canutus ; but of him was ...
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... name Of this sweet island , never conquered , And envying the Britons blazed fame , ( O hideous hunger of dominion ! ) hether came . XLVIII . Yet twise they were repulsed backe againe , 20 Book II . THE FAERIE QUEENE .
... name Of this sweet island , never conquered , And envying the Britons blazed fame , ( O hideous hunger of dominion ! ) hether came . XLVIII . Yet twise they were repulsed backe againe , 20 Book II . THE FAERIE QUEENE .
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... backe againe , And twise renforst backe to their ships to fly , The whiles with blood they all the shore did staine , And the gray ocean into purple dy : Ne had they footing found at last perdie , Had not Androgeus , false to native ...
... backe againe , And twise renforst backe to their ships to fly , The whiles with blood they all the shore did staine , And the gray ocean into purple dy : Ne had they footing found at last perdie , Had not Androgeus , false to native ...
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... backe did rest ; Which drawing backe , he looked evermore When the hart blood should gush out of his chest , Or his dead corse should fall upon the flore ; But his dead corse upon the flore fell nathëmore . XXXVIII . Ne drop of blood ...
... backe did rest ; Which drawing backe , he looked evermore When the hart blood should gush out of his chest , Or his dead corse should fall upon the flore ; But his dead corse upon the flore fell nathëmore . XXXVIII . Ne drop of blood ...
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... backe againe it did aloft rebownd , XLIII . And gave against his mother Earth a gronefull [ sownd ! As when loves harnesse - bearing bird from hye Stoupes at a flying heron with proud disdayne , The stone - dead quarrey falls so ...
... backe againe it did aloft rebownd , XLIII . And gave against his mother Earth a gronefull [ sownd ! As when loves harnesse - bearing bird from hye Stoupes at a flying heron with proud disdayne , The stone - dead quarrey falls so ...
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Amoret armes battell beast beheld Blandamour bowre brest Britomart Britons chaunge courser cruell dame damzell daunger deare despight devize dight dismayd doth dread dreadfull Eftsoones emongst eternall evermore FAERIE QUEENE faire faire ladies farre fayre feare fell fierce fight Florimell flowre fowle gentle goodly grace griefe groning hand hart hath herselfe heven hight himselfe inly ioyous knight ladies late layd light litle living mayd mighty mote nigh noble nought Paridell perill powre prince Proteus rest ryde Satyrane sayd Scudamour seemd shame shee shew shield shyning sight sith skie sonne soone sore sory soveraine speare spide spright squire squyre steed straunge sunne sweet thee thence Thereat thereof thou thought trew Triamond twixt unto vaine vertue villein warlike wearie weene weet whenas whilest wicked wight wize wondrous wonne wont wound wretched wyde XXXVII
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Seite 15 - But true it is that, when the oyle is spent, The light goes out, and weeke is throwne away; So when he had resignd his regiment, His daughter gan despise his drouping day, And wearie waxe of his continuall stay...
Seite 71 - To th' instruments divine respondence meet ; The silver sounding instruments did meet With the base murmure of the waters fall ; The waters fall with difference discreet, Now soft, now loud, unto the wind did call ; The gentle warbling wind low answered to all.
Seite 56 - All these, and thousand thousands many more, And more deformed monsters thousand fold, With dreadfull noise and hollow rombling rore, Came rushing, in the fomy waves...
Seite 195 - To see so faire thinges mard and spoiled quight : And their great mother Venus did lament The losse of her deare brood, her deare delight : Her hart was pierst with pitty at the sight. When walking through the gardin them she spyde, Yet no'te...
Seite 85 - And her faire yellow locks behind her flew, Loosely disperst with puff of every blast : All as a blazing starre doth farre outcast His hearie beames, and flaming lockes dispredd, At sight whereof the people stand aghast; But the sage wisard telles, as he has redd, That it importunes death and dolefull dreryhedd.
Seite 70 - ... saw, he drew him neare, And somewhat gan relent his earnest pace; His stubborne brest gan secret pleasaunce to embrace. The wanton maidens, him espying, stood Gazing a while at his unwonted guise; Then th...
Seite 67 - And scorned partes were mingled with the fine,) That Nature had for wantonesse ensude Art, and that Art at Nature did repine; So striving each th...
Seite 38 - As pale and wan as ashes was his looke, His body leane and meagre as a rake, And skin all withered like a dryed rooke, Thereto as cold and drery as a snake, That seemd to tremble evermore, and quake : All in a canvas thin he was bedight, And girded with a belt of twisted brake: Upon his head he wore an helmet light, Made of a dead mans skull, that seemd a ghastly sight.
Seite 237 - And next to her sate sober Modestie, Holding her hand upon her gentle hart ; And her against sate comely Curtesie, That unto every person knew her part ; And her before was seated overthwart Soft Silence, and submisse Obedience, Both linckt together never to dispart ; Both gifts of God, not gotten but from thence, Both girlonds of his Saints against their foes offence.
Seite 66 - In her left hand a cup of gold she held, And with her right the riper fruit did reach, Whose sappy liquor, that with fulnesse sweld, Into her cup she scruzd, with daintie breach Of her fine fingers, without fowle empeach, That so faire winepresse made the wine more sweet...