The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser: With the Life of the Author and the Critical Remarks of Hughes, Spence, Warton, Upton, and Hurd, 7–8. köide

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Cadell and Davies ... and Samuel Bagster, 1807

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Page 27 - Oft peeping in her face, that seems more fayre ' The more they on it stare. ' But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground, ' Are governed with goodly modesty, 235 ' That suffers not one look to glaunce awry, ' Which may let in a little thought unsownd.
Page 78 - day I wrote her name upon the strand ;, But came the waves, and washed it away; Agayne, I wrote it with a second hand; But came the tyde, and made my paynes his pray. Vayne Man! sayd she, that doest in vayne assay A mortall thing so to immortalize; For I iny selve shall lyke to this decay, And eke my name
Page 198 - seene, 125 A pallace fit for such a virgin queene. So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer hodie doth
Page 57 - the ocean wyde, By conduct of some star, doth make her way ; Whenas a storm hath dimd her trusty guyde, Out of her course doth wander far astray ! So I, whose star, that wont with her hright ray Me to direct, with clouds is
Page 212 - gave, And after, when we fared had amisse, Us wretches from the second death did save; And last, the food of life, which now we have, Even He Himselfe, in his dear sacrament, 195 To feede our hungry soules, unto us lent. Then next, to love our
Page 195 - Whether in earth layd up in secret store, Or else in heaven, that no man may it see With sinfull eyes, for feare it to deflore, Is perfect Beautie, which all men adore; 4-0 Whose face and feature doth so much excell All mortal sense, that none the same may tell. Thereof as every earthly thing partakes Or more or
Page 154 - dewe drops from the higher tree, And wets the little plants that lowly dwell: But if sadde winters wrath, and season chill, Accord not with thy Muses merriment, To sadder times thou maist attune thy quill, 35 And sing of sorrowe and deathes dreriment; For deade is Dido, deade, alas
Page 17 - Next whereunto there stands a stately place, Where oft I gayned giftes and goodly grace Of that great lord, which therein wont to dwell. Whose want too well now feels my
Page 205 - But all those follies now I do reprove, And turned have the tenor of my string, The heavenly prayses of true Love to sing. And ye that wont with greedy vaine desire 15 To reade my fault, and, wondring at my flame, To warme your selves at my wide sparckling fire, Sith now that heat is quenched, quench my
Page 155 - desire of worthie deeds forlorne, And name of learning utterly doo scorne. Ne doo they care to have the auncestrie Of th' old heroes memorizde anew; 440 Ne doo they care that late posteritie Should know their names, or speak their praises dew, But die forgot, from whence at first they sprang, As they themselves

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