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... eyes mought neuer rest : Yet sius she knew I did her loue and serue , Her golden tresses cladde alway with blacke ; Her smyling lokes that hid thus euermore , And that restraines whiche I desire so sore : So dothe thys cornet gouerne me ...
... eyes mought neuer rest : Yet sius she knew I did her loue and serue , Her golden tresses cladde alway with blacke ; Her smyling lokes that hid thus euermore , And that restraines whiche I desire so sore : So dothe thys cornet gouerne me ...
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... eyes , My will , my ware , and all that was , I can no mo delayes deuise , But welcome payne , let pleasure passe : With Lullaby now take your leaue , With Lullaby your dreames deceiue , And when you rise with waking eye , Remember then ...
... eyes , My will , my ware , and all that was , I can no mo delayes deuise , But welcome payne , let pleasure passe : With Lullaby now take your leaue , With Lullaby your dreames deceiue , And when you rise with waking eye , Remember then ...
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... eyes he mote be spyde : For , doubtlesse , death ensewd if any him descryde . Scarse could he footing find in that fowle way , For many corses , like a great lay - stall , Of murdred men , which therein strowed lay Without remorse or ...
... eyes he mote be spyde : For , doubtlesse , death ensewd if any him descryde . Scarse could he footing find in that fowle way , For many corses , like a great lay - stall , Of murdred men , which therein strowed lay Without remorse or ...
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... eyes she on the dwarf had set , And saw the signes that deadly tydinges spake , She fell to ground for sorrowfull regret , And lively breath her sad brest did forsake ; Yet might her pitteous hart be seen to pant and quake . The ...
... eyes she on the dwarf had set , And saw the signes that deadly tydinges spake , She fell to ground for sorrowfull regret , And lively breath her sad brest did forsake ; Yet might her pitteous hart be seen to pant and quake . The ...
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... eyes , and fild his inner thought . At last him to a little dore he brought , That to the gate of Hell , which gaped wide , Was next adioyning , ne them parted ought : Betwixt them both was but a little stride , That did the House of ...
... eyes , and fild his inner thought . At last him to a little dore he brought , That to the gate of Hell , which gaped wide , Was next adioyning , ne them parted ought : Betwixt them both was but a little stride , That did the House of ...
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alwayes Archimago armes Artegall beast behold brest Britomart brought Calidore chaunce cruell dame daunger dayes deare death despight devize doth dread dreadfull earth Eftsoones Elfin knight euery evermore eyes Faery knight Faery queene faire faire lady fame farre fast fayre feare foule gentle goodly grace grone Guyon hand hart hast hath haue Heavens hight himselfe hire honour knight lady light litle lord loue mayd mede mighty minde mote neuer nigh noble nought paine powre pray prince quod quoth rest ryght Sapience sayd seemd selfe shal shame shee shew shield shyne sight sith sonne soone sore sorrow sory spide spright steed straunge streight Sunne thee thereof thing thou thought trew unto vaine vertue villein vnto vpon warre weene whan whenas wight wise wize wonne wound wretched wyde yron
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Page 305 - 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?
Page 305 - 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 ? LONDON: APPROVED SCHOOL BOOKS.
Page 242 - The lyon would not leave her desolate, But with her went along, as a strong gard Of her chast person, and a faythfull mate Of her sad troubles and misfortunes hard : Still...
Page 327 - 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 234 - That greatest Gloriana to him gave, (That greatest Glorious Queene of Faery lond) To winne him worshippe, and her grace to have, Which of all earthly thinges he most did crave : And ever as he rode his hart did earne...
Page 234 - Behind her farre away a Dwarfe did lag, That lasie seemd, in being ever last, Or wearied with bearing of her bag Of needments at his backe.
Page 429 - Or weigh 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 318 - Deare countrey ! O! how dearely deare Ought thy remembraunce and perpetuall band Be to thy foster Childe, that from thy hand Did commun breath and nouriture receave. How brutish is it not to understand How much to her we owe, that all us gave ; That gave unto us all what ever good we have.
Page 236 - Then choosing out few words most horrible, (Let none them read) thereof did verses frame ; With which, and other spelles like terrible, He bad awake blacke Plutoes griesly Dame ; And cursed heven ; and spake reprochful shame Of highest God, the Lord of life and light : A bold bad man, that dar'd to call by name Great Gorgon, prince of darknes and dead night ; At which Cocytus quakes, and Styx is put to flight.
Page 495 - doe men The heavens of their fortunes fault accuse, Sith they know best what is the best for them; For they to each such fortune doe diffuse, As they doe know each can most aptly use: For not that which men covet most is best, Nor that thing worst which men do most refuse ; But fittest is, that all contented rest With that they hold : each hath his fortune in his brest.