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... downe doth cast , Where with my fresh flowretts bene defast . For this , and many more such outrage , Craving your goodlihead to aswage The ranckorous rigour of his might , Nought aske I , but onely to hold my right ; Submitting me to ...
... downe doth cast , Where with my fresh flowretts bene defast . For this , and many more such outrage , Craving your goodlihead to aswage The ranckorous rigour of his might , Nought aske I , but onely to hold my right ; Submitting me to ...
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... downe his head , And heaped snowe burdned him so sore , That nowe upright he can stand no more : And being downe , is trodde in the durt Of cattell , and brouzed , and sorely hurt . Such was thend of this ambitious Brere , For scorning ...
... downe his head , And heaped snowe burdned him so sore , That nowe upright he can stand no more : And being downe , is trodde in the durt Of cattell , and brouzed , and sorely hurt . Such was thend of this ambitious Brere , For scorning ...
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... downe the land , With bowe and bolts in either hand , For birds in bushes tooting , At length within an yvie todde ( There shrouded was the little god ) I heard a busie bustling . I bent my bolt against the bush , Listening if any thing ...
... downe the land , With bowe and bolts in either hand , For birds in bushes tooting , At length within an yvie todde ( There shrouded was the little god ) I heard a busie bustling . I bent my bolt against the bush , Listening if any thing ...
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... downe hys pack , And layd him downe , and groned , ' Alack ! alack ! Ah , deare Lord ! and sweete Saint Chari- tee ! That some good body woulde once pitie mee ! " Well heard Kiddie al this sore constraint , And lengd to know the cause ...
... downe hys pack , And layd him downe , and groned , ' Alack ! alack ! Ah , deare Lord ! and sweete Saint Chari- tee ! That some good body woulde once pitie mee ! " Well heard Kiddie al this sore constraint , And lengd to know the cause ...
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... downe , swayne : Sike a song never heardest thou but Colin sing . Per . As the bonilasse passed bye , Wil . Hey ho , bonilasse ! Per . She rovde at me with glauncing eye , Wil . As cleare as the christall glasse : 80 Per . All as the ...
... downe , swayne : Sike a song never heardest thou but Colin sing . Per . As the bonilasse passed bye , Wil . Hey ho , bonilasse ! Per . She rovde at me with glauncing eye , Wil . As cleare as the christall glasse : 80 Per . All as the ...
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Page 760 - Jove himself, when he a swan would be For love of Leda, whiter did appear: Yet Leda was they say as white as he, Yet not so white as these, nor nothing near.
Page 737 - Arysing forth to run her mighty race, Clad all in white, that seemes a virgin best. So well it her beseemes, that ye would weene Some angell she had beene. Her long loose yellow locks lyke golden wyre...
Page 280 - How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skyes, like flying pursuivant, Against fowle feendes to ayd us militant! They for us fight, they watch, and dewly 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 ! EDMUND SPENSER.
Page 761 - Thy country may be freed from forraine harmes; And great Elisaes glorious name may ring Through al the world, fil'd with thy wide Alarmes, Which some brave muse may sing To ages following, Upon the Brydale day, which is not long: Sweete Themmes ! runne softly till I end my Song.
Page 740 - And, for the guerdon of theyr glorious merit, May heavenly tabernacles there inherit, Of blessed Saints for to increase the count. So let us rest, sweet love, in hope of this, And cease till then our tymely joyes to sing : The woods no more us answer, nor our eccho ring ! Song ! made in lieu of many ornaments, With which my love should duly have been dect, Which cutting off...
Page 215 - And vanquisht them, unable to withstand: From thence a Faery thee unweeting reft, There as thou slepst in tender swadling band, And her base Elfin brood there for thee left: Such men do chaungelings call, so chaungd by Faeries theft.
Page 502 - So oft as I with state of present time The image of the antique world compare, When as mans age was in his freshest prime, And the first blossome of faire vertue bare; Such oddes I finde twixt those, and these which are, As that, through long continuance of his course, Me seemes the world is runne quite out of square From the first point of his appointed sourse; And being once amisse growes daily wourse and wourse: II.
Page 732 - Not so, quod I ; let baser things devize To dy in dust, but you shall live by fame : My verse your vertues rare shall Eternize, And in the hevens wryte your glorious name. Where, whenas death shall all the world subdew, Our love shall live, and later life renew.
Page 761 - An house of auncient fame. There when they came, whereas those bricky towres, The which on Themmes brode aged backe doe ryde, Where now the studious Lawyers have their bowers There whylome wont the Templer Knights to byde...
Page 101 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To wast long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to day, to be put back to morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow...