The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Spenser, DanielAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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الصفحة 32
... Never knew I lovers sheepe in good plight : But and if in rymes with me thou dare strive , Such fond fantasies shall soone be put to flight . PER . That shall I doe , though mochell worse I fared : Never shall be sayde that Perigot was ...
... Never knew I lovers sheepe in good plight : But and if in rymes with me thou dare strive , Such fond fantasies shall soone be put to flight . PER . That shall I doe , though mochell worse I fared : Never shall be sayde that Perigot was ...
الصفحة 33
... never heardest thou but Colin sing . [ twayne ; CUD . Gynne , when ye list , ye iolly shepheardes Sike a judge , as Cuddie , were for a king . PER . " It fell upon a holy eve , WIL . Hey , ho , holiday ! PER . When holy Fathers wont to ...
... never heardest thou but Colin sing . [ twayne ; CUD . Gynne , when ye list , ye iolly shepheardes Sike a judge , as Cuddie , were for a king . PER . " It fell upon a holy eve , WIL . Hey , ho , holiday ! PER . When holy Fathers wont to ...
الصفحة 35
... never sette foote in that same troad , But balke the right way , and strayen abroad . They boast they han the Devill at commaund , But aske hem therefore what they han paund : Marrie ! that great Pan bought with deare borrow , To quite ...
... never sette foote in that same troad , But balke the right way , and strayen abroad . They boast they han the Devill at commaund , But aske hem therefore what they han paund : Marrie ! that great Pan bought with deare borrow , To quite ...
الصفحة 38
... never hadst afore ; [ Nine , Up , grislie ghostes ! and up my rufull rime ! Matter of myrth now shalt thou have no more ; For dead shee is , that myrth thee made of yore . Dido , my deare , alas ! is dead , Dead , and lyeth wrapt in ...
... never hadst afore ; [ Nine , Up , grislie ghostes ! and up my rufull rime ! Matter of myrth now shalt thou have no more ; For dead shee is , that myrth thee made of yore . Dido , my deare , alas ! is dead , Dead , and lyeth wrapt in ...
الصفحة 55
... never win The fort , that ladies hold in soveraigne dread . There lies he now with foule dishonor dead , Who ... never prince so faithfuil and so faire , Was never prince so meeke and debonaire ! But , ere my hoped day of spousall shone ...
... never win The fort , that ladies hold in soveraigne dread . There lies he now with foule dishonor dead , Who ... never prince so faithfuil and so faire , Was never prince so meeke and debonaire ! But , ere my hoped day of spousall shone ...
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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?
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 413 - O! fayrest goddesse, do thou not envy My love with me to spy: For thou likewise didst love, though now unthought...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...