The Complete Works in Verse and Prose: Essays. Daphnaida. Colin Clouts come home again. Amoretti and Epithalamion. Fowre hymnes. Prothalamion. Astrophel, etc., and Sonnets

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Spenser society, 1882
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Sayfa 134 - Why blush ye, love, to give to me your hand, The pledge of all our band ! Sing, ye sweet Angels, Alleluya sing, That all the woods may answere, and your eccho ring.
Sayfa 139 - Then what ye do, albe it good or ill. All night therefore attend your merry play, For it will soone be day : Now none doth hinder you, that say or sing; Ne will the woods now answer, nor your Eccho ring.
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 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 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 130 - The pipe, the tabor, and the trembling Croud, That well agree withouten breach or jar.
Sayfa 223 - Woods, hills, and rivers now are desolate, Sith he is gone the which them all did grace: And all the fields do waile their widow state, Sith death their fairest flowre did late deface. The fairest flowre in field that ever grew Was Astrophel; that was, we all may row.
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 127 - And let them eeke bring store of other flowers To deck the bridale bowers. And let the ground whereas her foot shall tread, For feare the stones her tender foot should wrong Be strewed with fragrant flowers all along, And diapred lyke the discolored mead.
Sayfa 137 - Jove with fayre Alcmena lay, When he begot the great Tirynthian groome : Or lyke as when he with thy selfe did lie And begot Majesty.

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