Life of Spenser. The Shepheards calendar. The Faerie queene

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Bickers, 1873
 

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Pàgina 245 - In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun : which cometh forth as a bridegroom •out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a giant to run his course.
Pàgina 176 - 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.
Pàgina 193 - For hoped love to winne me certaine hate? Yet thus perforce he bids me do, or die. Die is my dew ; yet rew my wretched state, You, whom my hard avenging destinie Hath made judge of my life or death indifferently. LII. "Your owne deare sake forst me at first to leave My fathers kingdom...
Pàgina 148 - I labour to pourtraict in Arthure, before he was king, the image of a brave knight, perfected in the twelve private morall vertues, as Aristotle hath devised, the which is the purpose of these first twelve...
Pàgina 182 - Now now Sir knight, shew what ye bee, Add faith unto your force, and be not faint: Strangle her, els she sure will strangle thee. That when he heard, in great perplexitie, His gall did grate for griefe and high disdaine, And knitting all his force got one hand free, Wherewith he grypt her gorge with so great paine, That soone to loose her wicked bands did her constraine.
Pàgina lxxxiii - Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is, in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed today, to be put back tomorrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Pàgina 182 - His grasping hold, and from her turne him backe: Her vomit full of bookes and papers was, With loathly frogs and toades, which eyes did lacke, And creeping sought way in the weedy gras : Her filthie parbreake all the place defiled has.
Pàgina 191 - Who all this while, with charmes and hidden artes, Had made a Lady of that other Spright, And fram'd of liquid ayre her tender partes, So...
Pàgina 180 - Dwarfe) this is no place for living men. 14 But, full of fire and greedy hardiment, The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide, But forth unto the darksome hole he went, And looked in: his glistring armor made A litle glooming light, much like a shade, By which he saw the ugly monster plaine, Halfe like a serpent horribly displaide, But th' other halfe did womans shape retaine, Most.
Pàgina 211 - To thinke how she through guyleful handeling, Though true as touch, though daughter of a king, Though faire as ever living wight was fayre, Though nor in word nor deede ill meriting, Is from her Knight divorced in despayre, And her dew loves deryv'd to that vile Witches shayre.

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