A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Spenser. Shakespeare. Davies. HallJohn & Arthur Arch, ... and for Bell & Bradfute & I. Mundell & Company, Edinburgh., 1792 |
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... praise , that all the world admired . Yet as Achilles in thofe warlike frayes Did win the palme from all the Grecian peeres ; So Spenfer now , to his immortal prayfe , Hath wonne the laurell quite from all his feres . What though his ...
... praise , that all the world admired . Yet as Achilles in thofe warlike frayes Did win the palme from all the Grecian peeres ; So Spenfer now , to his immortal prayfe , Hath wonne the laurell quite from all his feres . What though his ...
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... praises haue left you the hairc ; To you this humble prefent I prepare , For love of vertue and of martiall praise , To which though nobly ye inclined are , As godlie well ye fhew'd in late affaies , Yet brave enfample of long paffed ...
... praises haue left you the hairc ; To you this humble prefent I prepare , For love of vertue and of martiall praise , To which though nobly ye inclined are , As godlie well ye fhew'd in late affaies , Yet brave enfample of long paffed ...
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... praise , Fitter perhaps to thonder martiall stowre , When fo thee lift thy lofty Mufe to raise : Yet till that thou thy poeme wilt make knowne , Let thy faire Cinthia's praises be thus rudely fhowne . E. S. To the Right Honourable Sir ...
... praise , Fitter perhaps to thonder martiall stowre , When fo thee lift thy lofty Mufe to raise : Yet till that thou thy poeme wilt make knowne , Let thy faire Cinthia's praises be thus rudely fhowne . E. S. To the Right Honourable Sir ...
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... praises having flept in filence long , Me all too meane the facred Mufe areeds To blazon broade amongst her learned throng : Fierce warres and faithful loves shall moralize my fong . 11 . Help then , O holy Virgin ! chiefe of Nyne , Thy ...
... praises having flept in filence long , Me all too meane the facred Mufe areeds To blazon broade amongst her learned throng : Fierce warres and faithful loves shall moralize my fong . 11 . Help then , O holy Virgin ! chiefe of Nyne , Thy ...
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... praise the trees so straight and hy , The fayling pine , the cedar proud and tall , The vine - propp elme , the poplar never dry , The builder oake , fole king of forests all The afpine , good for staves , the cypreffe funerall . ΙΣ ...
... praise the trees so straight and hy , The fayling pine , the cedar proud and tall , The vine - propp elme , the poplar never dry , The builder oake , fole king of forests all The afpine , good for staves , the cypreffe funerall . ΙΣ ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
againſt Artegall bafe beafts beauty breft Britomart caft caufe cruell dame deare death defire delight devize doth dreadfull Eftfoones elfe eyes FAERY FAERY QUEEN fafe faft faid faire faire ladies falfe fame fayd fayre feare fecret feeke feem'd feemed feene felf fhall fhame fhepherds fhew fhield fhould fide fight fing firft firſt flaine fleepe flowre fome fonne foone fore forrow foul fpright ftill ftrong fuch fure fweet gentle goodly grace grone hand hart hath heart heaven herfelfe hight himſelf honour knight lady laft laſt light living moft moſt mote nigh nought paffing pleaſe pleaſure powre praiſe prince Queene quoth reft ſhall ſhe Sith ſkill ſtate ſtay ſtill ſweet thee thefe themſelves thereof theſe things thofe thoſe thou thouſand unto weene whenas whofe Whoſe wight wize wont wound wretched wyde
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.