The poetical works of Edmund Spenser (Google eBook)

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C. C. Little and J. Brown, 1839 - Literary Criticism
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Page 158 - And after her came jolly June, arrayd All in greene leaves, as he a player were; Yet in his time he wrought as well as playd, That by his plough-yrons mote right well appeare: Upon a crab he rode, that him did beare With crooked, crawling steps an uncouth pase, And backward yode, as bargemen wont to fare Bending their force contrary to their face, Like that ungracious crew which faines demurest grace.
Page 164 - Cease therefore, daughter, further to aspire, And thee content thus to be rul'd by me: For thy decay thou seekst by thy desire: But time shall come that all shall changed bee, And from thenceforth none no more change shall see.
Page 165 - Then gin I thinke on that which Nature sayd, Of that same time when no more Change shall be. But stedfast rest of all things firmely stayd Upon the pillours of Eternity...
Page 158 - First, sturdy March, with brows full sternly bent And armed strongly, rode upon a Ram, The same which over Hellespontus swam ; Yet in his hand a spade he also hent, And in a bag all sorts of seeds ysame, Which on, the earth he strowed as he went, And fild her womb with fruitfull hope of nourishment.
Page 102 - An hundred naked maidens lilly white, All raunged in a ring, and dauncing in delight. All they without were raunged in a ring, And daunced round ; but in the midst of them Three other ladies did both daunce and sing, The...
Page 134 - So now he raungeth through the world againe, And rageth sore in each degree and state; Ne any is that may him now restraine, He growen is so great and strong of late, Barking and biting all that him doe bate, Albe they worthy blame, or cleare of crime : Ne spareth he most learned wits to rate, Ne spareth he the gentle Poets rime ; But rends without regard of person or of time.
Page 102 - Looke ! how the crowne, which Ariadne wore Upon her yvory forehead that same day That Theseus her unto his bridale bore, When the bold Centaures made that bloudy fray With the fierce Lapithes which did them dismay; Being now placed in the firmament, Through the bright heaven doth her beams display, And is unto the starres an ornament, Which round about her move in order excellent.
Page 250 - Tell me, have ye seene her angelick face, Like Phoebe fayre ? Her heavenly haveour, her princely grace, Can you well compare ? The Redde rose medled with the White yfere, In either cheeke depeincten lively chere : Her modest eye, Her Majestie, Where have you seene the like but there?
Page 1 - WHAT vertue is so fitting for a knight, Or for a Ladie whom a knight should love, As Curtesie; to beare themselves aright To all of each degree as doth behove...
Page 288 - ... no art, but a divine gift and heavenly instinct not to be gotten by labour and learning, but adorned with both; and poured into the wit by a certain Enthousiasmos and celestial inspiration, as the Author hereof elsewhere at large discourseth in his book called The English Poet, which book being lately come to my hands, I mind also by God's grace, upon further advisement, to publish.