The Complete Works in Verse and Prose of Edmund Spenser: Essays on the minor poems of Spenserprivate circulation only, 1882 |
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Sayfa l
... dead , accords well with the conventional atmosphere of the eclogue . If Spenser were not heart - whole in regard to Rosalind , this lament , at least , bears no evidence to the contrary . Nor can its coldness be ascribed to its ...
... dead , accords well with the conventional atmosphere of the eclogue . If Spenser were not heart - whole in regard to Rosalind , this lament , at least , bears no evidence to the contrary . Nor can its coldness be ascribed to its ...
Sayfa lxiv
... dead ; —whilst , similarly , we are surprised to find Melpomene , in the age of Marlowe's maturity and Shakespeare's mighty youth , * lamenting that no poet now is employed upon Tragedy . Thalia follows , with her parallel burden of ...
... dead ; —whilst , similarly , we are surprised to find Melpomene , in the age of Marlowe's maturity and Shakespeare's mighty youth , * lamenting that no poet now is employed upon Tragedy . Thalia follows , with her parallel burden of ...
Sayfa 12
... dead accufe of guilt , And fay , when thou of none fhalt be maintained , That thou for secret crime thy blood hast spilt . Who life dooes loath , and longs to be vnbound From the strong shackles of fraile flesh ( quoth he ) Nought cares ...
... dead accufe of guilt , And fay , when thou of none fhalt be maintained , That thou for secret crime thy blood hast spilt . Who life dooes loath , and longs to be vnbound From the strong shackles of fraile flesh ( quoth he ) Nought cares ...
Sayfa 16
... dead ; ne more endur'd to say : But fell to ground for great extremitie , That I beholding it , with deepe dismay Was much appald , and lightly him vprearing , Reuoked life , that would haue fled away , All were my felfe through grief ...
... dead ; ne more endur'd to say : But fell to ground for great extremitie , That I beholding it , with deepe dismay Was much appald , and lightly him vprearing , Reuoked life , that would haue fled away , All were my felfe through grief ...
Sayfa 20
... dead That was the Lady of your holy dayes ? Let now your bliffe be turned into bale , And into plaints conuert your ioyous playes , And with the fame fill euery hill and dale . 320 Let Bagpipe neuer more be heard to fhrill , That 20 ...
... dead That was the Lady of your holy dayes ? Let now your bliffe be turned into bale , And into plaints conuert your ioyous playes , And with the fame fill euery hill and dale . 320 Let Bagpipe neuer more be heard to fhrill , That 20 ...
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Sayfa xcvi - And all their echoes mourn. The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the whitethorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
Sayfa xcviii - When I think on the happy days I spent wi' you, my dearie ; And now what lands between us lie, How can I be but eerie ! How slow ye move, ye heavy hours, As ye were wae and weary ! It was na sae ye glinted by When I was wi
Sayfa xcii - Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be; And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to trampling horses
Sayfa 199 - As each had bene a Bryde ; And each one had a little wicker basket, Made of fine twigs, entrayled curiously, In which they gathered flowers to fill their flasket, And with fine Fingers cropt full feateously The tender stalkes on hye. Of every sort, which in...
Sayfa 61 - Love most aboundeth there. For all the walls and windows there are writ, All full of love, and love, and love my deare, And all their talke and studie is of it.
Sayfa lxiv - And he, the man whom Nature selfe had made To mock her selfe, and Truth to imitate, With kindly counter under Mimick shade, Our pleasant Willy, ah ! is dead of late : With whom all joy and jolly meriment Is also deaded, and in dolour drent.
Sayfa xcii - Stella think not that I by verse seek fame, Who seek, who hope, who love, who live but thee; Thine eyes my pride, thy lips my history: If thou praise not, all other praise is shame. Nor so ambitious am I, as to frame A nest for my young praise in laurel tree*: In truth I swear, I wish not there should be Graved* in mine epitaph a poet's name...
Sayfa xcii - By no encroachment wrong'd, nor time forgot ; Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed. And that you know, I envy you no lot Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss, Hundreds of years you STELLA'S feet may kiss.
Sayfa 135 - With Barnaby the bright, From whence declining daily by degrees, He somewhat loseth of his heat and light, When once the Crab behind his back he sees.
Sayfa 79 - Love, that long hath slept in cheerlesse bower, Wils him awake, and soone about him dight His wanton wings and darts of deadly power. For lusty Spring now in his timely howre Is ready to come forth, him to receive; And warns the Earth with divers colord flowre To decke hir selfe, and her faire mantle weave.