The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser, Volume 2C. C. Little and J. Brown, 1839 |
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Edmund Spenser George Stillman Hillard. CONTENTS OF VOL . II . THE FAERIE QUEENE . BOOK II . THE LEGEND OF SIR GUYON , OR OF TEMPERAUNCE . Canto VII ..... Canto VIII .. Canto IX .. Canto X .. Canto XI .. Canto XII .. Page 7 7 32 53 77 ...
Edmund Spenser George Stillman Hillard. CONTENTS OF VOL . II . THE FAERIE QUEENE . BOOK II . THE LEGEND OF SIR GUYON , OR OF TEMPERAUNCE . Canto VII ..... Canto VIII .. Canto IX .. Canto X .. Canto XI .. Canto XII .. Page 7 7 32 53 77 ...
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Edmund Spenser George Stillman Hillard. DUTTON AND WENTWORTH'S Steam Press . THE SECOND BOOK OF THE FAERIE QUEENE CONTAYNING THE LEGEND.
Edmund Spenser George Stillman Hillard. DUTTON AND WENTWORTH'S Steam Press . THE SECOND BOOK OF THE FAERIE QUEENE CONTAYNING THE LEGEND.
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Edmund Spenser George Stillman Hillard. THE SECOND BOOK OF THE FAERIE QUEENE CONTAYNING THE LEGEND OF SIR GUYON , OR OF TEMPERAUNCE . CANTO VII . Guyon findes Mammon in a delve , ' Sunning his threasure hore ; Is by him tempted , and led ...
Edmund Spenser George Stillman Hillard. THE SECOND BOOK OF THE FAERIE QUEENE CONTAYNING THE LEGEND OF SIR GUYON , OR OF TEMPERAUNCE . CANTO VII . Guyon findes Mammon in a delve , ' Sunning his threasure hore ; Is by him tempted , and led ...
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... 5 Besits , becomes . Derdoing , doing bold deeds . 3 Sew , follow . IX . 6.- Thy godheads vaunt . ] The boast you make of your divinity . And honours suit my vowed dayes do spend , Unto 10 THE FAERIE QUEENE . B. II .
... 5 Besits , becomes . Derdoing , doing bold deeds . 3 Sew , follow . IX . 6.- Thy godheads vaunt . ] The boast you make of your divinity . And honours suit my vowed dayes do spend , Unto 10 THE FAERIE QUEENE . B. II .
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... , ne the scepters thine ; 1 Mucke , wealth ; literally , dirt . 3 Weet , know . 2 Blend , blemish . + Lust , please . 5 Read , regard . But realmes and rulers thou doest both confound , And C. VII . 11 THE FAERIE QUEENE .
... , ne the scepters thine ; 1 Mucke , wealth ; literally , dirt . 3 Weet , know . 2 Blend , blemish . + Lust , please . 5 Read , regard . But realmes and rulers thou doest both confound , And C. VII . 11 THE FAERIE QUEENE .
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Page 153 - Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound, Of all that mote delight a daintie eare, Such as attonce might not on living ground, Save in this Paradise, be heard elsewhere : Right hard it was for wight which did it heare, To read what manner musicke that mote bee ; For all that pleasing is to living eare Was there consorted in one harmonee ; Birdes, voices, instruments, windes, waters, all agree ; The joyous birdes, shrouded in chearefull shade, Their notes unto the voice attempred sweet ; Th...
Page 32 - And is there care in Heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Page 154 - And all that while, right over him she hong, With her false eyes fast fixed in his sight, As seeking medicine, whence she was stong, Or greedily depasturing delight : And oft inclining downe with kisses light, For feare of waking him, his lips bedewd, And through his humid eyes did sucke his spright, Quite molten into lust and pleasure lewd ; Wherewith she sighed soft, as if his case she rewd.
Page 26 - Their fruit were golden apples glistring bright, That goodly was their glory to behold, On earth like never grew, ne living wight Like ever saw, but they from hence were sold; For those, which Hercules with conquest bold Got from great Atlas daughters, hence began, And planted there, did bring forth fruit of gold; And those, with which th' Euboean young man wan Swift Atalanta, when through craft he her out ran.
Page 155 - That fairer seemes the lesse ye see her may ! Lo ! see soone after how more bold and free Her bared bosome she doth broad display ! Lo ! see soone after how she fades and falls away...
Page 153 - Right hard it was for wight which did it heare, To read what manner musicke that mote bee ; For all that pleasing is to living eare Was there consorted in one harmonee ; Birdes, voices, instruments, windes, waters, all agree ; The joyous birdes, shrouded in chearefull shade, Their notes unto the voice attempred sweet ; Th' Angelicall soft trembling voyces made To th...
Page 17 - Such as a lamp, whose life does fade away; Or as the moone, cloathed with clowdy night, Does shew to him that walkes in feare and sad affright.
Page 115 - 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: XXIII.
Page 291 - Daily they grow, and daily forth are sent Into the world, it to replenish more; Yet is the stocke not lessened nor spent, But still remaines in everlasting store, As it at first created was of yore...
Page 170 - All suddenly out of the thickest brush, Upon a milkwhite Palfrey all alone, A goodly Lady did foreby2 them rush, Whose face did seeme as cleare as Christall stone, And eke through feare as white as whales bone: Her garments all were wrought of beaten gold, And all her steed with tinsell trappings shone, Which fledd so fast, that nothing mote him hold, And scarse them leasure gave, her passing to behold.