The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser in Five Volumes, Band 5

W. Pickering, 1825

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Seite 137 - Sun, shew forth thy favourable ray, And let thy lifull heat not fervent be, For feare of burning her sunshyny face, Her beauty to disgrace.
Seite 138 - Arysing forth to run her mighty race, Clad all in white, that seems a Virgin best. So well it her beseems, that ye would weene Some Angell she had beene.
Seite 138 - 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.
Seite 284 - Doth rather choose to sit in idle Cell, Than so himselfe to mockerie to sell. So am I made the servant of the manie, And laughing stocke of all that list to scorne, Not honored nor cared for of anie...
Seite 136 - T' awayt the comming of your joyous make, And hearken to the birds love-learned song, The deawy leaves among? For they of joy and pleasance to you sing, That all the woods them answer, and...
Seite 139 - Why stand ye still ye virgins in amaze, Upon her so to gaze, Whiles ye forget your former lay to sing, To which the woods did answer, and your eccho ring?
Seite 48 - Their joy, their comfort, their desire, their gaine, Is fixed all on that which now they see, All other sights but fayned shadowes bee.
Seite 172 - Out of her course doth wander far astray; So I, whose star, that wont with her bright ray Me to direct, with clouds is overcast, Do wander now, in darkness and dismay, Through hidden perils round about me placed.
Seite 141 - The more they on it stare. But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground, Are governed with goodly modesty, That suffers not one look to glance awry Which may let in a little thought unsound.
Seite 283 - And he, the man whom Nature selfe had made To mock her selfe, and truth to imitate, With kindly counter* under mimick shade, Our pleasant Willy, ah! is dead of late: With whom all ioy and iolly meriment Is also deaded, and in dolour drent**.

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