Spenser and the Faery QueenWiley, 1847 - 246 Seiten |
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... Saracen , all arm'd to point , In whose great shield was writ with letters gay Sans foy ; full large of limb and every joint He was , and cared not for God or man a point . XIII . He had a fair companion of his way , A goodly lady clad ...
... Saracen , all arm'd to point , In whose great shield was writ with letters gay Sans foy ; full large of limb and every joint He was , and cared not for God or man a point . XIII . He had a fair companion of his way , A goodly lady clad ...
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... hanging victory : So stood these twain , unmoved as a rock , Both staring fierce , and holding idely The broken reliques of their former cruelty . XVII . The Saracen , sore daunted with the buff SPENSER AND THE FAERY QUEEN . 63.
... hanging victory : So stood these twain , unmoved as a rock , Both staring fierce , and holding idely The broken reliques of their former cruelty . XVII . The Saracen , sore daunted with the buff SPENSER AND THE FAERY QUEEN . 63.
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... Saracen , " That keeps thy body from the bitter fit ; Dead long ago , I wot , thou haddest been , Had not that charm from thee forwarned it : But yet I warn thee now assured sit , And hide thy head . " Therewith upon his crest With ...
... Saracen , " That keeps thy body from the bitter fit ; Dead long ago , I wot , thou haddest been , Had not that charm from thee forwarned it : But yet I warn thee now assured sit , And hide thy head . " Therewith upon his crest With ...
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... Saracen's shield , sign of the conqueror : Her soon he overtook , and bad to stay ; For present cause was none of dread her to dismay . XXI . She turning back , with rueful countenance , Cried , " Mercy , mercy , sir , vouchsafe to show ...
... Saracen's shield , sign of the conqueror : Her soon he overtook , and bad to stay ; For present cause was none of dread her to dismay . XXI . She turning back , with rueful countenance , Cried , " Mercy , mercy , sir , vouchsafe to show ...
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... Saracen , In woven mail all armed warily ; And sternly looks at him , who not a pin Does care for look of living creatures eye . They bring them wines of Greece and Araby , And dainty spices fetch from furthest Ind , To kindle heat of ...
... Saracen , In woven mail all armed warily ; And sternly looks at him , who not a pin Does care for look of living creatures eye . They bring them wines of Greece and Araby , And dainty spices fetch from furthest Ind , To kindle heat of ...
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adamant rock adown allegory Archimago arms baleful beast behold blood CANTO corse courser cruel cursed dame deadly dear death delight dight dismay'd doth double echo dread earth earthly Edmund Spenser Eftsoons elfin knight erst evermore eyes Faery Faëry Queen fair fair lady fall false Duessa fast fear feeble fell fierce foul Gabriel Harvey gentle Gloriane goodly grace grief ground hand haste hath heart heaven heavenly hight holy honor House of Pride huge lady late light living wight lord mighty never nigh noble nought pain poem poet poetry pride prince proud quake quoth rage Redcross knight Saracen Satyrs seem'd Shakspeare shield Sidney sight sinful bands sire sore sorrow Spenser spright steed sweet thee thence Therewith thou trembling unto wandring weary ween whenas wise woful wondrous wont words wound wrath wretched XXVIII
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Seite 76 - The lion would not leave her desolate, But with her went along, as a strong guard Of her chaste person, and a faithful mate Of her sad troubles and misfortunes hard ; Still, when she slept, he kept both watch and ward; And, when she waked, he waited diligent, With humble service to her will prepared : From her fair eyes he took commandement, And ever by her looks conceived her intent.
Seite 44 - Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead, as living, ever him ador'd : Upon his shield the like was also scor'd, For soveraine hope which in his helpe he had.
Seite 7 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Seite 31 - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Seite 9 - Fulke Greville, servant to Queen Elizabeth, counsellor to King James, and friend to Sir Philip Sidney.
Seite 17 - to represent all the moral virtues, assigning to every virtue a Knight to be the patron and defender of the same, in whose actions and feats of arms and chivalry the operations of that virtue, whereof he is the protector, are to be expressed, and the vices and unruly appetites that oppose themselves against the same, to be beaten down and overcome.
Seite 55 - And, more to lull him in his slumber soft, A trickling stream from high rock tumbling down, And ever-drizzling rain upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring wind, much like the sound Of swarming bees, did cast him in a swown. No other noise, nor peoples troublous cries, As still are wont t...
Seite 48 - A litle glooming light, much like a shade, By which he saw the ugly monster plaine, Halfe like a serpent horribly displaide, But th' other halfe did womans shape retaine, Most lothsom, filthie, foule, and full of vile disdaine.
Seite 41 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Seite 146 - Upon the top of all his loftie crest, A bunch of haires discolourd diversly, With sprincled pearle, and gold full richly drest, Did shake, and seemd to daunce for jollity; Like to an almond tree ymounted hye On top of greene Selinis all alone, With blossoms brave bedecked daintily; Whose tender locks do tremble every one At every little breath, that under heaven is blowne.