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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... leave , that have me loved ftil , " And chofe in Faery Court of meere goodwil , " Where nobleft knights were to be found on " earth " The earth fhall fooner leave her kindly skil " To bring forth fruit , and make eternal derth , " Then I ...
... leave , that have me loved ftil , " And chofe in Faery Court of meere goodwil , " Where nobleft knights were to be found on " earth " The earth fhall fooner leave her kindly skil " To bring forth fruit , and make eternal derth , " Then I ...
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... leaves he was right fitly clad , other clothes he could not wear for heate ; And on his head an yvie girland had ... leave them to ; but thorough daily care To get , and nightly feare to lose his owne , He led a wretched life , unto ...
... leaves he was right fitly clad , other clothes he could not wear for heate ; And on his head an yvie girland had ... leave them to ; but thorough daily care To get , and nightly feare to lose his owne , He led a wretched life , unto ...
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... leave behind ; And yet more fad that Una his deare dreed , Her truth had staynd with treason fo unkind , Yet crime in her could never creature find : But for his love , and for her owne felfe fake , She wandred had from one to other Ynd ...
... leave behind ; And yet more fad that Una his deare dreed , Her truth had staynd with treason fo unkind , Yet crime in her could never creature find : But for his love , and for her owne felfe fake , She wandred had from one to other Ynd ...
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... Leave roaring , when in rage he for revenge did earne . XXVI . And for to make his power approved more , Wyld beaftes in yorn yokes he would compell The fpotted panther , and the tusked bore , The pardale fwift , and the tigre cruell ...
... Leave roaring , when in rage he for revenge did earne . XXVI . And for to make his power approved more , Wyld beaftes in yorn yokes he would compell The fpotted panther , and the tusked bore , The pardale fwift , and the tigre cruell ...
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... Una , who him ioyd to fee , | And after litle rest gan him defyre Of her adventure myndfull for to bee : So leave they take of Cælia and her daughte three . I. HIGH time now gan it wex for Una fayre 70 Book 1 THE FAERY QUEENE .
... Una , who him ioyd to fee , | And after litle rest gan him defyre Of her adventure myndfull for to bee : So leave they take of Cælia and her daughte three . I. HIGH time now gan it wex for Una fayre 70 Book 1 THE FAERY QUEENE .
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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.