A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Spenser. Shakespeare. Davies. HallJohn & Arthur Arch, ... and for Bell & Bradfute & I. Mundell & Company, Edinburgh., 1792 |
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... Still lying from his thoughts and gealous feare ; Will was his guide , and griefe led him aflray . At laft hini chaunit to meete upon the way A faithlefs Sarazin , all armde to point , Inwhole great shield was writ with letters gay ...
... Still lying from his thoughts and gealous feare ; Will was his guide , and griefe led him aflray . At laft hini chaunit to meete upon the way A faithlefs Sarazin , all armde to point , Inwhole great shield was writ with letters gay ...
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... Still dreading cath , when she had marked long , Her hrt gan melt in great compaffion , And arizling tears did fhed for pure affection . VII . " The lyon , lord of everie beaft in field , " Quoth fhc , " his princely puifiance doth ...
... Still dreading cath , when she had marked long , Her hrt gan melt in great compaffion , And arizling tears did fhed for pure affection . VII . " The lyon , lord of everie beaft in field , " Quoth fhc , " his princely puifiance doth ...
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... Still feeking him that from her still did flye : Then furtheft from her hope when most she ween- ed nye . XXII . Soone as she parted thence , the fearful twayne , The blind old woman and her daughter dear , Came forth , and finding ...
... Still feeking him that from her still did flye : Then furtheft from her hope when most she ween- ed nye . XXII . Soone as she parted thence , the fearful twayne , The blind old woman and her daughter dear , Came forth , and finding ...
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... still did flitt And fall away , it mounted was full hie , That every breath of heaven shaked itt ; And all the hinder partes , that few could fpie , Were ruinous and old , but painted cunningly . VI . Arrived there , they paffed in ...
... still did flitt And fall away , it mounted was full hie , That every breath of heaven shaked itt ; And all the hinder partes , that few could fpie , Were ruinous and old , but painted cunningly . VI . Arrived there , they paffed in ...
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... fervice to begin . XIX . And in his hand his porteffe ftill he bare , That much was worne , but therein little redd ; For of devotion he had little care , Still drownd in sleepe , and most of his daies 34 Leck THE FAERY QUEENE .
... fervice to begin . XIX . And in his hand his porteffe ftill he bare , That much was worne , but therein little redd ; For of devotion he had little care , Still drownd in sleepe , and most of his daies 34 Leck THE FAERY QUEENE .
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againſt Artegall bafe beafts beauty breft Britomart caft caufe cruell dame deare death defire delight devize doth dreadfull Eftfoones elfe eyes FAERY FAERY QUEEN fafe faft faid faire faire ladies falfe fame fayd fayre feare fecret feeke feem'd feemed feene felf fhall fhame fhepherds fhew fhield fhould fide fight fing firft firſt flaine fleepe flowre fome fonne foone fore forrow foul fpright ftill ftrong fuch fure fweet gentle goodly grace grone hand hart hath heart heaven herfelfe hight himſelf honour knight lady laft laſt light living moft moſt mote nigh nought paffing pleaſe pleaſure powre praiſe prince Queene quoth reft ſhall ſhe Sith ſkill ſtate ſtay ſtill ſweet thee thefe themſelves thereof theſe things thofe thoſe thou thouſand unto weene whenas whofe Whoſe wight wize wont wound wretched wyde
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Стр. 647 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Стр. 667 - They that fawn'd on him before, Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need ; If thou sorrow, he will weep ; If thou wake, he cannot sleep : Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part.
Стр. 120 - 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 ! 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 ? The Faerie Queen, Book II.
Стр. 647 - Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage...
Стр. 665 - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care: Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Стр. 651 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away.
Стр. 289 - For that which all men then did vertue call, Is now cald vice ; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight vertue, and so us'd of all : Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right...
Стр. 662 - And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
Стр. 227 - Her lying tongue was in two parts divided, And both the parts did speake, and both contended ; And as her tongue so was her hart discided, That never thoght one thing, but doubly stil was guided.
Стр. 658 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.