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Alcyon Arthur Gorges aspyre Astrophill beames beasts beautie behold bowre brest bright celestiall Colin cruell Cynthia dart dayes deare death delight devize dight doth dreadfull earth eccho ring EDMUND SPENSER eternall eyes faire fairest farre fayre feare flowres Foxe fyre gentle glorie glorious Gods goodly grace griefe grone happie hart hast hath heart heaven heavenly hight himselfe honour immortall Jove light live Lord LYCON lyke mightie mourne Muse mynd never night noble nought Nymphes paine peerlesse price plaine powre praise prayses pride quoth rest Rome scorne seeke seem'd shepheards shew shyning sight sing Sith skie song SONNET sorrow soule spide spoyle spred spright Sunne sweet teares thee thereof theyr things thought trew unto vaine Venus vertue weene weepe Whilest wight wings wize wondrous wont woods worthie wretched
Page 197 - Wake now, my love, awake ! for it is time ; The Rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed, All ready to her silver coche to clyme ; And Phoebus gins to shew his glorious bed.
Page 184 - One day I wrote her name upon the strand; But came the waves, and washed it away: Again, I wrote it with a second hand; But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wiped out likewise.
Page 274 - Come softly swimming down along the Lee; Two fairer birds I yet did never see; The snow which doth the top of Pindus strew...
Page 275 - Thames, run softly, till I end my song. Then forth they all out of their baskets drew Great store of flowers, the honour of the field, That to the sense did fragrant odours yield, All which upon those goodly birds they threw, And all the waves did strew, That like old Peneus...
Page 226 - So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight, With cheerful grace and amiable sight. For, of the soul, the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the body make.
Page 191 - Like as the culver, on the bared bough, Sits mourning for the absence of her mate; And, in her songs, sends many a wishful vow For his return that seems to linger late: So I alone, now left disconsolate, Mourn to myself the absence of my love; And, wand'ring here and there all desolate, Seek with my plaints to match that mournful dove.
Page 202 - Why blush ye, love, to give to me your hand, The pledge of all our band ? Sing, ye sweet Angels, Alleluya sing, That all the woods may answere, and your eccho ring.
Page 204 - Now welcome, night! thou night so long expected. That long daies labour doest at last defray, And all my cares, which cruell Love collected, Hast sumd in one, and cancelled for aye: Spread thy broad wing over my love and me, That no man may us see, And in thy sable mantle us enwrap, From feare of perrill and foule horror free.