Sir Ralph Willoughby: An Historical Tale of the Sixteenth Century. In which are Inserted the Dedicatory Sonnets of Edmund Spenser, with Sketches of Character

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I. Magheri, 1820 - 322 pages
 

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Page 269 - The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastised by sabler tints of woe ; And blended, form with artful strife The strength and harmony of life.
Page 17 - 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...
Page 206 - What is grandeur, what is power ? Heavier toil, superior pain. What the bright reward we gain ? The grateful memory of the good. Sweet is the breath of vernal shower, The bee's collected treasures sweet, Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet The still small voice of Gratitude.
Page 18 - To have thy asking, yet wait many years; To fret thy soul with crosses and with cares ; To eat thy heart through comfortless despairs; To fawn, to crouch, to wait, to ride, to run, To spend, to give, to want, to be undone.
Page 51 - IN vain I thinke, Right Honourable Lord, By this rude rime to memorize thy Name, Whose learned Muse hath writ her owne record In golden verse, worthy immortal fame...
Page 79 - MOST Noble Lord, the pillor of my life, And Patrone of my Muses pupillage ; Through whose large bountie, poured on me rife In the first season of my feeble age, I now doe live bound yours by vassalage...
Page 115 - Full oft within the spacious walls, When he had fifty winters o'er him, My grave Lord Keeper led the brawls, The seals and maces danced before him.
Page 44 - To thee, that art the summer's nightingale, Thy sovereign Goddess's most dear delight) Why do I send this rustic madrigal, That may thy tuneful ear unseason quite? Thou only fit this argument to write, In whose high thoughts pleasure hath built her bower, And dainty love learned sweetly to indite. My rhymes I know unsavoury and sour, To taste the streams that, like a golden shower, Flow from...
Page 58 - To the right honourable, Sir Francis Walsingham, Knight, principal Secretary to her Majesty...
Page 13 - To menage 8 of most grave affairs is bent, And on whose mighty shoulders most doth rest The burden of this kingdom's government (As the wide compass of the firmament On Atlas...

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