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What uncouch fit , " sayd the , “ what evill “ plight “ But mine is not , " quoth the , “
like others * Hath thee opprest , and with lad drearyhead “ wownd ; Chaunged thy
lively cheare , and living made “ For which no reason can finde remedy .
What uncouch fit , " sayd the , “ what evill “ plight “ But mine is not , " quoth the , “
like others * Hath thee opprest , and with lad drearyhead “ wownd ; Chaunged thy
lively cheare , and living made “ For which no reason can finde remedy .
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Ten daies , " quoth he , “ he graunted hath of grace , So when that knight from
perill cleare was freed , " For that he weeneth well before that tide He drawing
neare began to greete them faire , « None can have tidings to assist her side ;
And ...
Ten daies , " quoth he , “ he graunted hath of grace , So when that knight from
perill cleare was freed , " For that he weeneth well before that tide He drawing
neare began to greete them faire , « None can have tidings to assist her side ;
And ...
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then he replide : “ Hard by a streight there stands a castle itrong , « It is a monster
bred of hellishe race , " " Which doth observe a custome lewd and ill , Then
answered he , “ which often hath anpoyd “ And it hath long mayntaind with mighty
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then he replide : “ Hard by a streight there stands a castle itrong , « It is a monster
bred of hellishe race , " " Which doth observe a custome lewd and ill , Then
answered he , “ which often hath anpoyd “ And it hath long mayntaind with mighty
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What is he for a lad you fo lament ? at hath some wolf thy tender lambs ytorn , Is
love such pinching pain to them that prove ? Es thy bag - pipe broke , that sounds
so sweet ? And hath he kill to make so excellent , ert thou of thy loved lass ...
What is he for a lad you fo lament ? at hath some wolf thy tender lambs ytorn , Is
love such pinching pain to them that prove ? Es thy bag - pipe broke , that sounds
so sweet ? And hath he kill to make so excellent , ert thou of thy loved lass ...
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And gathering unto him a ragged rout Of Fauns and Satyrs , hath our dwellings
raced , But that same gentle spirit , from whose pen And our chaste bowers , in
which all vertue Large Itreams of honey and sweet nectar flow , reign'd , Scorning
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And gathering unto him a ragged rout Of Fauns and Satyrs , hath our dwellings
raced , But that same gentle spirit , from whose pen And our chaste bowers , in
which all vertue Large Itreams of honey and sweet nectar flow , reign'd , Scorning
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Palavras e frases frequentes
againe againſt appeare armes backe beare beaſt beauty better blood brought cruell dame dead deare death deepe delight doth downe dread earth eyes face faire fall fame fayre feare fell fight fire firſt force fore fortune foule gentle give goodly grace griefe ground hand hard hart hath head heare heart heaven herſelfe hight himſelfe hold honour hope knight lady land laſt late leave light living look lord meanes mind moſt mote never noble nought once paine powre praiſe prince quoth rage reſt ſaid ſame ſaw ſay ſee ſeemed ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſoone ſtill ſuch ſweet tell thee themſelves thereof theſe things thoſe thou thought Till true turne unto whoſe wight wont wood wound wretched
Passagens conhecidas
Página 647 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Página 667 - They that fawn'd on him before, Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need ; If thou sorrow, he will weep ; If thou wake, he cannot sleep : Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part.
Página 120 - How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant ! They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us plant ; And all for love, and nothing for reward. O ! why should heavenly God to men have such regard ? The Faerie Queen, Book II.
Página 647 - Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage...
Página 665 - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care: Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame.
Página 651 - When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away.
Página 289 - For that which all men then did vertue call, Is now cald vice ; and that which vice was hight, Is now hight vertue, and so us'd of all : Right now is wrong, and wrong that was is right...
Página 662 - And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend Suspect I may, yet not directly tell; But being both from me, both to each friend, I guess one angel in another's hell. Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt, Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
Página 227 - Her lying tongue was in two parts divided, And both the parts did speake, and both contended ; And as her tongue so was her hart discided, That never thoght one thing, but doubly stil was guided.
Página 658 - Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Informação bibliográfica
| Título | A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Spenser. Shakespeare. Davies. Hall Volume 2 de A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain, John and Arthur Arch |
| Colaboradores | Bell & Bradfute, John and Arthur Arch |
| Editora | John & Arthur Arch, ... and for Bell & Bradfute & I. Mundell & Company, Edinburgh., 1792 |
| Original de | Universidade de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 11 Abr 2006 |
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