The Spencer Anthology: 1548-1591 A. D.Edward Arber H. Frowde, 1899 - 312 sider |
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... Which Fame , of her shrill trumpet worthy reedes ; For still he travelled through wide wasteful ground , That nought but desert wilderness showed all around . At last , he came unto a gloomy glade , 2 Edmund Spenser .
... Which Fame , of her shrill trumpet worthy reedes ; For still he travelled through wide wasteful ground , That nought but desert wilderness showed all around . At last , he came unto a gloomy glade , 2 Edmund Spenser .
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... nought . But th ' Elfin Knight with wonder , all the way , Did feed his eyes , and filled his inner thought . At last , him to a little door he brought , That to the Gate of Hell , which gapèd wide , Was next adjoining , ne them parted ...
... nought . But th ' Elfin Knight with wonder , all the way , Did feed his eyes , and filled his inner thought . At last , him to a little door he brought , That to the Gate of Hell , which gapèd wide , Was next adjoining , ne them parted ...
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... nought at all their settled minds remove : But seem , ' gainst common sense , to them most sweet , As boasting in their martyrdom unmeet . So all that ever yet I have endured I count as nought , and tread down under feet ; Since of my ...
... nought at all their settled minds remove : But seem , ' gainst common sense , to them most sweet , As boasting in their martyrdom unmeet . So all that ever yet I have endured I count as nought , and tread down under feet ; Since of my ...
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... nought , for niceness , nor for envy , sparing , In presence of them all , forth led her thence ; All looking on , and , like astonished , staring , Yet to lay hand on her , not one of all them daring . ' She often prayed , and often me ...
... nought , for niceness , nor for envy , sparing , In presence of them all , forth led her thence ; All looking on , and , like astonished , staring , Yet to lay hand on her , not one of all them daring . ' She often prayed , and often me ...
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... nought doth say the heart of stone ! Why thus , my love , so kind bespeak Sweet lip , sweet eye , sweet blushing cheek ; Yet not a heart to save my pain ? O , VENUS ! take thy gifts again ! Make not so fair to cause our moan ; Or make a ...
... nought doth say the heart of stone ! Why thus , my love , so kind bespeak Sweet lip , sweet eye , sweet blushing cheek ; Yet not a heart to save my pain ? O , VENUS ! take thy gifts again ! Make not so fair to cause our moan ; Or make a ...
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ANON Arcadia ASTREA Astrophel and Stella Beauty bel ami bliss Bodleian Library bonny Lass breast CARMELA cheer CORIDON Crown 8vo CUPID CYCLOPS dainty dear death delight desire didst disdain dost doth earth Edited Extra fcap eyes face Faery Queen fair Fancy fear fire flowers FORTUNE gold golden grace GREENE GREENSLEEVES grief hair hand hath heart Heaven heavenly Heigh-ho honour India Paper JOVE King kiss Lady Lass live looks Love's Lovers Maid MARY AMBREE MELAMPUS mind N'oserez N'oserez vous never nought Nymph pain PHILLIS pity plain play poor praise Prince Queen quoth rest Roister Doister ROSADER ROSALYNDE scorn Shepherd shew SIDNEY sighs sight sing Six Court Comedies sleep smile SONG sorrow Swain tears thee THENOT THEOCRITUS thine thing thou art thou wouldst thought thy love unto VENUS W. W. SKEAT wanton weep wight wouldst not love youth
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Side 270 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Side 229 - Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live.
Side 22 - 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...
Side 208 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Side 135 - I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old. Back and side go bare, go bare; Both foot and hand go cold; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough.. Whether it be new or old!
Side 284 - Queen ; At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept, And from thenceforth those graces were not seen, For they this Queen attended ; in whose stead Oblivion laid him down on Laura's hearse.
Side 206 - My true love hath my heart, and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides: He loves my heart, for once it was his own, I cherish his because in me it bides: My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
Side 243 - Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; The quiet mind is richer than a crown ; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown : Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss. The homely house that harbours quiet rest ; The cottage that affords no pride nor care ; The mean that 'grees with country music best ; The sweet consort of mirth and music's fare ; Obscured life sets down a type of bliss...
Side 271 - I'll make you fast it for your sin, I'll count your power not worth a pin: Alas, what hereby shall I win, If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy, Because a god. Then sit thou safely on my knee, And let thy bower my bosom be, Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee; O Cupid, so thou pity me, Spare not, but play thee.
Side 270 - I sleep then percheth he With pretty flight, And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night. Strike I my lute, he tunes the string ; He music plays if so I sing ; He lends me every lovely thing ; Yet cruel he my heart doth sting : Whist wanton, still ye...