Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ...J. Bell, 1787 - English poetry |
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Allegory Archimago armes beast beauty behold Belphoebe blood Book brest CANTO chaunce chaunst courser cruell dame deadly deare death despight dismayd doth dread dreadfull EDMUND SPENSER Eftsoones Elfin Knight enimy eternall fable Faery knight FAERY QUEENE faire faire lady Fairy false Duessa fast fayre feare feeble flowre fowle gentle goodly grace griefe grone Guyon hand hart hast hath heaven heavenly hight himselfe honourable ioyous lady light living wight Lord mightie Muse never nigh noble nought poem poets powre pray prince quoth rage Red-crosse knight Sansfoy seemd seems selfe sence Shee shew shield shyning sight Sith sonne sore speach Spenser spide spright staind steed suddein sunne sweet syre thee thou traveiled trembling trew tryall unto Upstaring vaine vertues wandring warre wearie weene whenas wize wondrous wonne wont wound wretched wyde yett yron
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Page lxix - delight a daintie eare, Such as att once 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;
Page 224 - 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 everie little breath that under heaven is blowne XXXIII. His warlike shield all closely cover'd was, Ne might of
Page 8 - XIII. She was araied all in lilly white, And in her right hand bore a cup of gold, With wine and water fild up to the hight, In which a serpent did himselfe enfold, That horrour made to all that did behold; But she no whitt did chaunge her constant
Page 152 - Forgetfull of the hungry rage which late " Him prickt, in pittie of my sad estate : " But he, my lyon, and my noble lord, " How does he find in cruell hart to hate " Her that him lov'd and ever most adord, " As the God of my life ? why hath he
Page 170 - And all the way, most like a brutish beast, He spued up his gorge, that all did him deteast. XXII. In greene vine leaves he was right fitly clad, For other clothes he could not wear for heate; And on his head an yvie girland had, From under which fast trickled downe the
Page 224 - worth, and eke of wondrous mights, Shapt like a ladies head, exceeding shone, Like Hesperus emongst the lesser lights, And strove for to amaze the weaker sights: Thereby his mortall blade full comely hong In yvory sheath, ycarv'd with curious slights, Whose hilts were burnisht gold, and handle strong Of mother-perle, and buckled with a golden tong.
Page 168 - [amaze. So forth she comes, and to her coche does clyme, Adorned all with gold and girlonds gay, That seemd as fresh as Flora in her prime, And strove to match, in roiall rich array, Great lunoes golden chayre; the which, they say, The gods stand gazing on when she does ride To loves
Page 102 - XXV. Upon her eyelids many Graces sate, Under the shadow of her even hrowes, Working belgardes and amorous retrate, And everie one her with a grace endowes* And everie one with meekenesse to her bowes So glorious mirrhour of celestiall grace, And soveraine moniment of mortall
Page 128 - full steepe, And low, where dawning day doth never peepe, His dwelling is, there Tethys his wet bed Doth ever wash, and Cynthia still doth steepe, In silver deaw, his ever-drouping hed, Whiles sad Night over him her mantle black
Page cxiv - dart At that good knight so cunningly didst rove, That glorious fire it kindled in his hart, Lay now thy deadly heben bowe apart, And with thy mother mylde come to mine ayde; Come both, and with you bring triumphant Mart! In loves and gentle jollities arraid, After his murdrous spoyles and