Spenser's Poem, Entitled Colin Clouts Come Home Againe, Explained: With Remarks Upon the Amoretti Sonnets, and Also Upon a Few of the Minor Poems of Other Early English PoetsJ. Miller, 1865 - 306 стор. |
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... deare , dismayd with thunders sound . 1 Charming , tuning . Ver . 2. - Tityrus . ] Chaucer . 5 " In the year 1595 , Spenser published Colin Clouts come Home againe , a sort of pastoral , giving an account of his return to England , of ...
... deare , dismayd with thunders sound . 1 Charming , tuning . Ver . 2. - Tityrus . ] Chaucer . 5 " In the year 1595 , Spenser published Colin Clouts come Home againe , a sort of pastoral , giving an account of his return to England , of ...
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... deare his love he bought . " 155 Which having said , him Thestylis bespake ; " Now by my life this was a mery lay , Worthie of Colin selfe , that did it make . But read now eke , of friendship I thee pray , What dittie did that other ...
... deare his love he bought . " 155 Which having said , him Thestylis bespake ; " Now by my life this was a mery lay , Worthie of Colin selfe , that did it make . But read now eke , of friendship I thee pray , What dittie did that other ...
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... deare , Faire Marian , the Muses onely darling : " Underneath this sable herse Lies the subject of all verse ; Sidney's sister , Pembroke's mother : Death , ere thou hast killed another , Fair , and learned , and good as she , Time ...
... deare , Faire Marian , the Muses onely darling : " Underneath this sable herse Lies the subject of all verse ; Sidney's sister , Pembroke's mother : Death , ere thou hast killed another , Fair , and learned , and good as she , Time ...
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... deare without disdaine , Hast sole possession in so chaste a brest : Of all the shepheards daughters which there bee , And yet there be the fairest under skie , Or that elsewhere I ever yet did see , A fairer Nymph yet never saw mine ...
... deare without disdaine , Hast sole possession in so chaste a brest : Of all the shepheards daughters which there bee , And yet there be the fairest under skie , Or that elsewhere I ever yet did see , A fairer Nymph yet never saw mine ...
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... deare , And all their talke and studie is of it . Ne any there doth brave or valiant seeme , 1 Most - what , generally . 3 Moldwarps , moles . a Misfaring , evil - doing . • Noulsing , burrowing . s Laesie , lazy . • Woond , dwelt ...
... deare , And all their talke and studie is of it . Ne any there doth brave or valiant seeme , 1 Most - what , generally . 3 Moldwarps , moles . a Misfaring , evil - doing . • Noulsing , burrowing . s Laesie , lazy . • Woond , dwelt ...
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Сторінка 68 - Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which, like two spirits, do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman coloured ill. To win me soon to hell my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride...
Сторінка 138 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Сторінка 197 - For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see : Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Сторінка 59 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Сторінка 39 - EPITAPH. ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE. UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother : Death, ere thou hast slain another, Fair, and learned, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Сторінка 306 - Like as the culver, on the bared bough, Sits mourning for the absence of her mate; And, in her songs, sends many a wishful vow For his return that seems to linger late: So I alone, now left disconsolate, Mourn to myself the absence of my love; And, wand'ring here and there all desolate, Seek with my plaints to match that mournful dove.
Сторінка 132 - I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Сторінка 59 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Сторінка 222 - So when my toung would speak her praises dew, It stopped is with thoughts astonishment...
Сторінка 245 - SWEET is the Rose, but growes upon a brere; Sweet is the lunipeer, but sharpe his bough; Sweet is the Eglantine, but pricketh nere; Sweet is the Firbloome, but his...