The Faerie Queene: Disposed Into Twelve Bookes Fashioning XII Morall VertuesG. Routledge, 1855 - 820 стор. |
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... blood , and for her tender youth . And sayd , " Ah , sir , my liege lord , and my love , Shall I accuse the hidden cruell fate , And mightie causes wrought in heaven above , Or the blind god , that doth me thus amate , For hoped love to ...
... blood , and for her tender youth . And sayd , " Ah , sir , my liege lord , and my love , Shall I accuse the hidden cruell fate , And mightie causes wrought in heaven above , Or the blind god , that doth me thus amate , For hoped love to ...
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... blood he might be innocent , And with fresh clay did close the wooden wound : Then turning to his lady , dead with feare her fownd . Her seeming dead he fownd with feigned feare , As all unweeting of that well she knew ; And paynd ...
... blood he might be innocent , And with fresh clay did close the wooden wound : Then turning to his lady , dead with feare her fownd . Her seeming dead he fownd with feigned feare , As all unweeting of that well she knew ; And paynd ...
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... blood Soone as the royall virgin he did spy : With gaping mouth at her ran greedily , To have attonce devourd her tender corse ; But to the pray when as he drew more ny , His bloody rage aswaged with remorse , And , with the sight amazd ...
... blood Soone as the royall virgin he did spy : With gaping mouth at her ran greedily , To have attonce devourd her tender corse ; But to the pray when as he drew more ny , His bloody rage aswaged with remorse , And , with the sight amazd ...
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... blood Which he had spilt , and all to rags yrent ; Through unadvized rashnes woxen wood ; For of his hands he had no governement , Ne car'd for blood in his avengëment : But , when the furious fitt was overpast , His cruell facts he ...
... blood Which he had spilt , and all to rags yrent ; Through unadvized rashnes woxen wood ; For of his hands he had no governement , Ne car'd for blood in his avengëment : But , when the furious fitt was overpast , His cruell facts he ...
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... blood and vengeance he did long . The knight was fiers , and full of youthly heat , And doubled strokes , like dreaded thunders threat : For all for praise and honour did he fight . 7 Both stricken stryke , and beaten both doe beat ...
... blood and vengeance he did long . The knight was fiers , and full of youthly heat , And doubled strokes , like dreaded thunders threat : For all for praise and honour did he fight . 7 Both stricken stryke , and beaten both doe beat ...
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Сторінка 794 - 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...
Сторінка 8 - 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.
Сторінка 10 - Led with delight, they thus beguile the way, Untill the blustring storme is overblowne; When, weening to returne whence they did stray, They cannot finde that path, which first was showne But wander too and fro in waies unknowne, Furthest from end then, when they neerest weene, That makes them doubt their wits be not their owne : So many pathes, so many turnings seene, That which of them to take, in diverse doubt they been.
Сторінка 15 - He, making speedy way through spersed ayre, And through the world of waters wide and deepe, To Morpheus house doth hastily repaire. Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe, And low, where dawning day doth never peepe, His dwelling is ; there Tethys his wet bed Doth ever wash, and Cynthia still doth steepe In silver deaw his ever-drouping hed, Whiles sad Night over him her mantle black doth spred.
Сторінка 795 - And when ye list your owne mishaps to mourne, Which death, or love, or fortunes wreck did rayse, Your string could soone to sadder tenor turne, And teach the woods and waters to lament 10 Your dolefull dreriment...
Сторінка 4 - Poets, 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...
Сторінка 537 - So oft as I with state of present time The image of the antique world compare, When as mans age was in his freshest prime, And the first blossome of faire vertue bare ; Such oddes I finde twixt those, and these which are, As that, through long continuance of his course, Me seemes the world is runne quite out of square From the first point of his appointed sourse ; And being once amisse growes daily wourse and wourse...
Сторінка 800 - The more they on it stare. But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground, Are governed with goodly modesty, That suffers not one looke to glaunce awry, Which may let in a little thought unsownd.
Сторінка 789 - With eares of come, and full her hand was found: That was the righteous Virgin, which of old Liv'd here on earth, and plenty made abound; But after Wrong was lov'd, and Justice solde, She left th' unrighteous world, and was to heaven extold.
Сторінка 266 - Out of this fountaine, sweet and faire to see, The which into an ample laver fell, And shortly grew to so great quantitie, That like a litle lake it seemd to bee; Whose depth exceeded not three cubits...