The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser: With the Life of the Author and the Critical Remarks of Hughes, Spence, Warton, Upton, and Hurd, 5–6. köide
Cadell and Davies ... and Samuel Bagster, 1807
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Page 185 - Then gin I thinke on that which Nature sayd, Of that same time when no more Change shall be, But stedfast rest of all things, firmely stayd Upon the pillours of Eternity, That is contrayr to Mutabilitie ; For all that moveth doth in Change delight : But thence-forth all shall rest eternally With Him that is the God of Sabaoth hight : O ! that great Sabaoth God, grant me that Sabaoths sight ! COMPLAINT OF THALIA (COMEDY).
Page 191 - Old father Mole, (Mole hight that mountain gray That walls the northside of Armulla dale ;) He had a daughter fresh as floure of May, Which gave that name unto that pleasant vale ; Mulla, the daughter of old Mole, so hight The Nimph, which of that water course has charge, That, springing out of Mole, doth run downe right...
Page 175 - That scarse his loosed limbes he hable was to weld. These, marching softly, thus in order went; And after them the Monthes all riding came. First, sturdy March, with brows full sternly bent And armed strongly, rode upon a Ram, The same which over Hellespontus swam; Yet in his hand a spade he also hent, And in a bag all sorts of seeds ysame, Which on the earth he strowed as he went, And fild her wombe with fruitfull hope of nourishment.
Page 102 - And many feete fast thumping th' hollow ground, That through the woods their Eccho did rebound. He nigher drew to weete what mote it be : There he a troupe of Ladies dauncing found Full merrily, and making gladfull glee, And in the midst a Shepheard piping he did see. xi. He durst not enter into th...
Page 228 - Pinckt upon gold, and paled part per part, As then the guize was for each gentle swayne: In his right hand he held a trembling dart, Whose fellow he before had sent apart; And in his left he held a sharpe bore-speare, With which he wont to launch the salvage hart Of many a lyon and of many a beare, That first unto his hand in chase did happen neare.
Page 212 - For, sooth to say, it is no sort of life, For shepheard fit to lead in that same place, Where each one seeks with malice, and with strife, To thrust downe other into foule disgrace, Himselfe to raise: and he doth soonest rise That best can handle his deceitfull wit In subtil shifts, and finest sleights...
Page 108 - Another Grace she well deserves to be, In whom so many Graces gathered are, Excelling much the meane of her degree, Divine resemblaunce, beauty soveraine rare, Firme Chastity, that spight ne blemish dare; All which she with such courtesie doth grace, That all her peres cannot with her compare, But quite are dimmed, when she is in place.
Page 175 - Then came the Autumne all in yellow clad, As though he ioyed in his plentious store, Laden with fruits that made him laugh, full glad That he had banisht hunger, which to-fore Had by the belly oft him pinched sore: Upon his head a wreath, that was enrold With ears of corne of every sort, he bore; And in his hand a sickle he did holde, To reape the ripened fruits the which the earth had yold.
Page 210 - Her name in every tree I will endosse, That as the trees do grow, her name may grow: And in the ground each where will it engrosse, And fill with stones, that all men may it know. 635 The speaking woods and murmuring waters...
Page 179 - Then came old January, wrapped well In many weeds to keep the cold away; Yet did he quake and quiver, like to quell, And blowe his nayles to warme them if he may; For they were numbd with holding all the day An hatchet keene, with which he felled wood And from the trees did lop the needlesse spray: Upon an huge great Earth-pot steane he stood, From whose wide mouth there flowed forth the Romane Flood.