A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Spenser. Shakespeare. Davies. HallJohn & Arthur Arch, ... and for Bell & Bradfute & I. Mundell & Company, Edinburgh., 1792 |
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... late beguiled guest . In mighty armes he was yclad anon , And filver fhield ; upon his coward breft A bloody croffe , and on hes craven creft A bounch of heares difcoloured diverfly . Full iolly knight he feemde , and well addreft ; And ...
... late beguiled guest . In mighty armes he was yclad anon , And filver fhield ; upon his coward breft A bloody croffe , and on hes craven creft A bounch of heares difcoloured diverfly . Full iolly knight he feemde , and well addreft ; And ...
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... late vifion which th ' enchaunter wrought , Had her abandond ; fhe of nought afrayd , Through woods and waftnes wide him daily fought , Yet wished tydinges none of him unto her brought . IV . One day nigh wearie of the yrkfome way ...
... late vifion which th ' enchaunter wrought , Had her abandond ; fhe of nought afrayd , Through woods and waftnes wide him daily fought , Yet wished tydinges none of him unto her brought . IV . One day nigh wearie of the yrkfome way ...
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... late " C " Him prickt , in pittie of my fad estate : " But he , my lyon , and my noble lord , " How does he find in cruell hart to hate " Her that him lov'd and ever most adord , " As the God of my life ? why hath he me abhord ? VIII ...
... late " C " Him prickt , in pittie of my fad estate : " But he , my lyon , and my noble lord , " How does he find in cruell hart to hate " Her that him lov'd and ever most adord , " As the God of my life ? why hath he me abhord ? VIII ...
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... late endurd : she speaks no more Of past : true is , that true love hath no powre To looken backe ; his eies he fixt before . Before her flands her knight , for whom she toyld so fore . XXXI . Much like as when the beaten marinere ...
... late endurd : she speaks no more Of past : true is , that true love hath no powre To looken backe ; his eies he fixt before . Before her flands her knight , for whom she toyld so fore . XXXI . Much like as when the beaten marinere ...
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... late luckeleffe fray . His cruell wounds with cruddy blood congeald They binden up fo wifely as they may , And handle foftly , till they can be heald : So lay him in her charett , clofe in night conceald . XXX , And all the while fhe ...
... late luckeleffe fray . His cruell wounds with cruddy blood congeald They binden up fo wifely as they may , And handle foftly , till they can be heald : So lay him in her charett , clofe in night conceald . XXX , And all the while fhe ...
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647 ÆäÀÌÁö - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
667 ÆäÀÌÁö - They that fawn'd on him before, Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need ; If thou sorrow, he will weep ; If thou wake, he cannot sleep : Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part.
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ! 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 ? The Faerie Queen, Book II.
647 ÆäÀÌÁö - Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage...
665 ÆäÀÌÁö - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care: Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
651 ÆäÀÌÁö - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away.
289 ÆäÀÌÁö - For that which all men then did vertue call, Is now cald vice ; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight vertue, and so us'd of all : Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right...
662 ÆäÀÌÁö - And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
227 ÆäÀÌÁö - Her lying tongue was in two parts divided, And both the parts did speake, and both contended ; And as her tongue so was her hart discided, That never thoght one thing, but doubly stil was guided.
658 ÆäÀÌÁö - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.