The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser: The Text Carefully Revised and Illustrated with Notes, Original and Selected, Volum 3Houghton, Mifflin, 1878 |
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Pàgina 293 - With Barnaby the bright, From whence declining daily by degrees, He somewhat loseth of his heat and light, When once the Crab behind his back he sees.
Pàgina 294 - ... light, When once the Crab behind his back he sees. But for this time it ill ordained was, To chose the longest day in all the yeare, And shortest night, when longest fitter weare: Yet never day so long, but late would passe.
Pàgina 290 - Why stand ye still ye virgins in amaze, Upon her so to gaze, Whiles ye forget your former lay to sing, To which the woods did answer, and your eccho ring...
Pàgina 308 - There when they came, whereas those bricky towres, The which on Themmes brode aged backe doe ryde, Where now the studious Lawyers have their bowers There whylome wont the Templer Knights to byde, Till they decayd through pride...
Pàgina 298 - Eternally bind thou this lovely band, And all thy blessings unto us impart. And thou glad Genius, in whose gentle hand, The bridale bowre and geniall bed remaine, Without blemish or staine, 400 And the sweet pleasures of theyr loves delight With secret ayde doest succour and supply, Till they bring forth the fruitfull progeny, Send us the timely fruit of this same night.
Pàgina 495 - One day (quoth he) I sat (as was my trade) Under the foote of Mole, that mountaine hore, Keeping my sheepe amongst the cooly shade Of the greene alders by the Mullaes shore : There a straunge shepheard...
Pàgina 305 - But rather Angels or of Angels breede : Yet were they bred of Somers-heat they say, In sweetest Season, when each Flower and weede The earth did fresh aray, So fresh they seem'd as day, 70 Even as their Brydale day, which was not long: Sweete Themmes runne softly till I end my Song.
Pàgina 291 - There dwells sweet Love, and constant Chastity, Unspotted Fayth, and comely Womanhood, Regard of Honour, and mild Modesty ; There Vertue raynes as Queene in royal throne, And giveth lawes alone, The which the base affections doe obay, And yeeld theyr services unto her will ; Ne thought of things uncomely ever may Thereto approch to tempt her mind to ill. Had ye once seene these her celestial threasures, And unrevealed pleasures, Then would ye wonder, and her prayses sing, . That all the woods should...
Pàgina 128 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent...
Pàgina 429 - Collin, here the place whose pleasaunt syte From other shades hath weand my wandring mynde : Tell me, what wants me here to worke delyte The simple ayre, the gentle warbling wynde, So calme, so coole, as no where else I fynde : The grassye ground with Daintye Daysies dight, The Bramble bush, where Byrds of every kynde To the waters fall their tunes attemper right.