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... Sweet slombring deaw , 1 the which to sleep them biddes . Unto their lodgings then his guestes he riddes2 : Where when all drownd in deadly sleepe he findes , He to his studie goes ; and there amiddes His magick bookes , and artes of ...
... Sweet slombring deaw , 1 the which to sleep them biddes . Unto their lodgings then his guestes he riddes2 : Where when all drownd in deadly sleepe he findes , He to his studie goes ; and there amiddes His magick bookes , and artes of ...
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... sweet boy . ' 29. In these and like delightes of bloody game He trayned was , till ryper years he raught3 ; And there abode , whylst any beast of name Walkt in that forrest , whom he had not taught To feare his force : and then his ...
... sweet boy . ' 29. In these and like delightes of bloody game He trayned was , till ryper years he raught3 ; And there abode , whylst any beast of name Walkt in that forrest , whom he had not taught To feare his force : and then his ...
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... sweet musick to delight his mynd . The witch approching gan him fayrely greet , And with reproch of carelesnes unkynd Upbrayd , for leaving her in place unmeet , With fowle words tempring faire , soure gall with hony sweet . 4 ...
... sweet musick to delight his mynd . The witch approching gan him fayrely greet , And with reproch of carelesnes unkynd Upbrayd , for leaving her in place unmeet , With fowle words tempring faire , soure gall with hony sweet . 4 ...
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... sweet joyous cheare him thus bespake : ' Fayre braunch of noblesse , flowre of chevalrie , That with your worth the world amazed make , How shall I quite the paynes ye suffer for my sake ? 27. ' And you , fresh budd of vertue springing ...
... sweet joyous cheare him thus bespake : ' Fayre braunch of noblesse , flowre of chevalrie , That with your worth the world amazed make , How shall I quite the paynes ye suffer for my sake ? 27. ' And you , fresh budd of vertue springing ...
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... sweet Timbrels all upheld on hight . 7. And them before the fry of children yong Their wanton sportes and childish mirth did play , And to the Maydens sownding tymbrels song In well attuned notes a joyous lay , And made delightfull ...
... sweet Timbrels all upheld on hight . 7. And them before the fry of children yong Their wanton sportes and childish mirth did play , And to the Maydens sownding tymbrels song In well attuned notes a joyous lay , And made delightfull ...
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Page 23 - Soone as the royall virgin he did spy, With gaping mouth at her ran greedily, To have attonce devourd her tender corse ; But to the pray when as he drew more ny, His bloody rage aswaged with remorse, And, with the sight amazd, forgat his furious forse. In stead thereof he kist her wearie feet, And lickt her lilly hands with fawning tong, As he her wronged innocence did weet.
Page 11 - He, making speedy way through spersed ayre, And through the world of waters wide and deepe, To Morpheus house doth hastily repaire. Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe, And low, where dawning day doth never peepe, His dwelling is ; there Tethys his wet bed Doth ever wash, and Cynthia still doth steepe In silver deaw his ever-drouping hed, Whiles sad Night over him her mantle black doth spred.
Page 170 - Arthure, before he was king, the image of a brave knight, perfected in the twelve private morall vertues, as Aristotle hath devised...
Page 123 - O! th' exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all His works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels He sends to and fro To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe!
Page 1 - Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead, as living, ever him ador'd : Upon his shield the like was also scor'd, For soveraine hope which in his helpe he had.
Page 44 - His haughtie helmet, horrid all with gold. Both glorious brightnesse and great terrour bredd: For all the crest a dragon did enfold With greedie pawes, and over all did spredd His golden winges ; his dreadfull hideous hedd Close couched on the bever, seemd to throw •** From flaming mouth bright sparckles fiery redd.
Page 90 - Now, strike your sailes, yee jolly Mariners, For we be come unto a quiet rode, Where we must land some of our passengers, And light this weary vessell of her lode : Here she a while may make her safe abode, Till she repaired have her tackles spent...
Page 3 - The laurell, meed of mightie conquerours And poets sage ; the firre that weepeth still ; The willow, worne of forlorne paramours; The eugh, obedient to the benders will; The birch for shaftes; the sallow for the mill...
Page 8 - Ah! my dear sonne," quoth he, " how should, alas! Silly old man, that lives in hidden cell, Bidding his beades all day for his trespas, Tydings of warre and worldly trouble tell ? With holy father sits not with such thinges to mell.
Page 141 - To th; instruments divine respondence meet ; The silver sounding instruments did meet With the base murmure of the waters fall ; The waters fall with difference discreet, Now soft, now loud, unto the wind did call ; The gentle warbling wind low answered to all.