Essay on the minor poems of Spenser, by F. T. Palgrave. Daphnaida: an elegie upon the death of...Douglas Howard, etc. 1591. Colin Clouts come home again, 1595. Amoretti and Epithalamion, 1595. Fowre hymnes, 1596. Prothalamion, or a spousal verse, etc. 1596. Astrophel, etc. and SonnetsSpenser society, 1882 |
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Sayfa 77
... lyke captiues trembling at the victors fight . And happy lines , on which with ftarry light , those lamping eyes will deigne fometimes to look and reade the forrowes of my dying spright , written with teares in harts close bleeding book ...
... lyke captiues trembling at the victors fight . And happy lines , on which with ftarry light , those lamping eyes will deigne fometimes to look and reade the forrowes of my dying spright , written with teares in harts close bleeding book ...
Sayfa 78
... lyke to vipers brood : and feeke some succour both to ease my smart and alfo to fuftayne thy felfe with food . C But if in prefence of that fayrest proud C thou chance to come , fall lowly at her feet : D and with meeke humbleffe and ...
... lyke to vipers brood : and feeke some succour both to ease my smart and alfo to fuftayne thy felfe with food . C But if in prefence of that fayrest proud C thou chance to come , fall lowly at her feet : D and with meeke humbleffe and ...
Sayfa 89
... lyke dying lyfe endure , And know no end of her owne mysery : but waft and weare away in termes vnfure , twixt feare and hope depending doubtfully . Yet better were attonce to let me die , and fhew the last ensample of your pride : then ...
... lyke dying lyfe endure , And know no end of her owne mysery : but waft and weare away in termes vnfure , twixt feare and hope depending doubtfully . Yet better were attonce to let me die , and fhew the last ensample of your pride : then ...
Sayfa 91
... her great triumph which my skill exceeds , I may in trump of fame blaze ouer all . Then would I decke her head with glorious bayes , and fill the world with her victorious prayse . M SONNET . XXX . Yloue is lyke to yfe AMORETTI . 91.
... her great triumph which my skill exceeds , I may in trump of fame blaze ouer all . Then would I decke her head with glorious bayes , and fill the world with her victorious prayse . M SONNET . XXX . Yloue is lyke to yfe AMORETTI . 91.
Sayfa 94
... lyke Narciffus vaine whose eyes him ftaru'd : fo plenty makes me poore . Yet are mine eyes fo filled with the store of that faire fight , that nothing else they brooke , but lothe the things which they did like before , and can no more ...
... lyke Narciffus vaine whose eyes him ftaru'd : fo plenty makes me poore . Yet are mine eyes fo filled with the store of that faire fight , that nothing else they brooke , but lothe the things which they did like before , and can no more ...
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Sayfa 132 - 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 137 - 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 xc - Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be; And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to trampling horses
Sayfa lxii - 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 197 - 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 128 - The pipe, the tabor, and the trembling Croud, That well agree withouten breach or jar.
Sayfa 221 - 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 xc - 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 125 - 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 135 - 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.