The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser, Volume 2

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C. C. Little and J. Brown, 1839

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Page 153 - Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound, Of all that mote delight a daintie eare, Such as attonce might not on living ground, Save in this Paradise, be heard elsewhere : Right hard it was for wight which did it heare, To read what manner musicke that mote bee ; For all that pleasing is to living eare Was there consorted in one harmonee ; Birdes, voices, instruments, windes, waters, all agree ; The joyous birdes, shrouded in chearefull shade, Their notes unto the voice attempred sweet ; Th...
Page 32 - 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...
Page 14 - What secret place," quoth he, " can safely hold So huge a masse, and hide from heavens eie? Or where hast thou thy wonne, that so much gold Thou canst preserve from wrong and robbery ? " " Come thou," quoth he,
Page 153 - Right hard it was for wight which did it heare, To read what manner musicke that mote bee ; For all that pleasing is to living eare Was there consorted in one harmonee ; Birdes, voices, instruments, windes, waters, all agree ; The joyous birdes, shrouded in chearefull shade, Their notes unto the voice attempred sweet ; Th' Angelicall soft trembling voyces made To th...
Page 17 - Such as a lamp, whose life does fade away; Or as the moone, cloathed with clowdy night, Does shew to him that walkes in feare and sad affright.
Page 32 - O! th' exceeding grace Of highest God, that loves his creatures so, And all His works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels He sends to and fro To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe!
Page 15 - Gealosy, out of their sight Sitting alone, his bitter lips did bight ; And trembling Feare still to and fro did fly, And found no place wher safe he shroud him might : Lamenting Sorrow did in darknes lye, And Shame his ugly face did hide from living eye.
Page 115 - As pale and wan as ashes was his looke ; His body leane and meagre as a rake ; And skin all withered like a dryed rooke ; Thereto as cold and drery as a snake ; That seemd to tremble evermore and quake : All in a canvas thin he was bedight, And girded with a belt of twisted brake : Upon his head he wore an helmet light, Made of a dead mans skull, that seemd a ghastly sight : XXIII.
Page 31 - For lenger time, then that, no living wight Below the earth might suffred be to stay: So backe againe him brought to living light. But all so soone as his enfeebled spright Gan sucke this vitall...
Page 293 - Daily they grow, and daily forth are sent Into the world, it to replenish more; Yet is the stocke not lessened nor spent, But still remaines in everlasting store, As it at first created was of yore...

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