The Faerie Queene: Disposed Into Twelve Bookes Fashioning XII Morall VertuesG. Routledge, 1855 - 820 стор. |
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... sore constraint , Cride out , " Now , now , Sir Knight , shew what 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 ...
... sore constraint , Cride out , " Now , now , Sir Knight , shew what 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 ...
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... sore annoyed has the knight , 22 That , wel - nigh choked with the deadly stinke , His forces faile , ne can no lenger fight . Whose corage when the feend perceivd to shrinke , She poured forth out of her hellish sinke Her fruitfull ...
... sore annoyed has the knight , 22 That , wel - nigh choked with the deadly stinke , His forces faile , ne can no lenger fight . Whose corage when the feend perceivd to shrinke , She poured forth out of her hellish sinke Her fruitfull ...
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... sore . Much like , as when the beaten marinere , That long hath wandred in the ocean wide , Ofte soust in swelling Tethys saltish teare ; And long time having tand his tawney hide With blustring breath of heaven , that none can bide ...
... sore . Much like , as when the beaten marinere , That long hath wandred in the ocean wide , Ofte soust in swelling Tethys saltish teare ; And long time having tand his tawney hide With blustring breath of heaven , that none can bide ...
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... sore , Led with their noise which through the aire was throwi Arriv'd , wher they in erth their fruitles blood had sown . Whom all so soone as that proud Sarazin Espide , he gan revive the memory Of his leud lusts , and late attempted ...
... sore , Led with their noise which through the aire was throwi Arriv'd , wher they in erth their fruitles blood had sown . Whom all so soone as that proud Sarazin Espide , he gan revive the memory Of his leud lusts , and late attempted ...
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... sore assay , Did grone full grievous underneath the blow ; [ show . And , trembling with strange feare , did like an erthquake As when almightie Iove , in wrathfull mood , To wreake the guilt of mortall sins is bent , 9 Hurles forth his ...
... sore assay , Did grone full grievous underneath the blow ; [ show . And , trembling with strange feare , did like an erthquake As when almightie Iove , in wrathfull mood , To wreake the guilt of mortall sins is bent , 9 Hurles forth his ...
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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...