The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser, Volume 2

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Houghton, Mifflin and Company, 1896
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Page 255 - And changed be; yet, being rightly wayd, They are not changed from their first estate; But by their change their being doe dilate ; And, turning to themselves at length againe, Doe worke their owne perfection so by fate : Then over them Change doth not rule and raigne: But they raigne over Change, and doe their states maintaine.
Page 251 - And after all came Life; and lastly Death : Death with most grim and griesly visage scene. Yet is he nought but parting of the breath ; Ne ought to see, but like a shade to weene, Unbodied, unsoul'd, unheard, unseene : But Life was like a faire young lusty boy, Such as they faine Dan
Page 268 - the thought that from mans mind doth flow: But if the weight of these thou canst not show, Weigh but one word which from thy lips doth fall For how canst thou those greater secrets know, That doest not know the least thing of them all ? Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.
Page 267 - powre obay; He pulleth downe, he setteth up on hy; He gives to this, from that he takes away: For all we have is his: what he list doe, he may. " Whatever thing is done, by him is donne, Ne any may his mighty will withstand; Ne any may his soveraine power shonne, Ne loose that he hath
Page 10 - judge. Still in a knot, unto her heeles downe traced, And like a silken veile in compasse round About her backe and all her bodie wound : Like as the shining skie in summers night, What time the dayes with scorching heat abound, Is creasted all with lines of firie light, That it prodigious
Page 166 - She was, to weete, that iolly Shepheards lasse, Which piped there unto that merry rout; That iolly Shepheard which there piped was Poore Colin Clout, (Who knowes not Colin Clout ?^ He pypt apace, whilest they him daunst about. Pype, iolly shepheard, pype thou now apace Unto thy Love, that made thee low to lout 2 ; 1
Page 195 - Then doth the daedale * earth throw forth to thee Out of her fruitfull lap aboundant flowres ; And then all living wights, soone as they see The Spring breake forth out of his lusty bowres, They all doe learne to play the paramours : First doe the merry birds, thy prety pages, Privily pricked with thy
Page 245 - And the dull drops, that from his purpled bill 2 As from a limbeck did adown distill: In his right hand a tipped stafFe he held, With which his feeble steps he stayed still; For he was faint with cold, and
Page 440 - and from doing wrong, Where they may hope a kingdome to obtaine : No faith so firme, no trust can be so strong, No love so lasting then, that may enduren long. * Witnesse may Burbon be; whom all the bands Which may a knight assure had surely bound, Untill the love of lordship and of
Page 249 - Then came old Ianuary, wrapped well In many weeds * to keep the cold away ; Yet did he quake and quiver like to quell,* And blowe his nayles to warme them if he may; For they were numbd with holding all the day An hatchet keene, with which

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