The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser, Volume 3

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G. Bell and sons, 1891
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Page 203 - For naturall affection soone doth cesse, And quenched is with Cupids greater flame : But faithfull friendship doth them both suppresse, And them with maystring discipline doth tame, Through thoughts aspyring to eternall fame. For as the soule doth rule the earthly masse, And all the service of the bodie frame, So love of soule doth love of bodie passe, No lesse then perfect gold surmounts the meanest brasse.
Page 226 - So did he say : but I with murmure soft, That none might heare the sorrow of my hart, Yet inly groning deepe and sighing oft, Besought her to graunt ease unto my smart, And to my wound her gratious help impart. Whilest thus I spake, behold ! with happy eye I spyde where at the Idoles feet apart A bevie of fayre damzels close did lye, Wayting when as the Antheme should be sung on hyc.
Page 220 - Fresh shadowes, fit to shroud from sunny ray ; Faire lawnds, to take the sunne in season dew ; Sweet springs, in which a thousand Nymphs did play ; Soft rombling brookes, that gentle slomber drew...
Page 6 - There in a gloomy hollow glen she found A little cottage, built of stickes and reedes In homely wize, and wald with sods around; In which a Witch did dwell, in loathly weedes And wilfull want, all carelesse of her needes; So choosing solitarie to abide Far from all neighbours, that her divelish deedus And hellish arts from people she might hide, And hurt far off unknowne whomever she envide.
Page 258 - Mongst wicked men, in whom no truth she found, Return'd to heaven, whence she deriv'd her race ; Where she hath now an everlasting place Mongst those twelve signes, which nightly we doe see The heavens bright-shining baudricke to enchace ; And is the Virgin, sixt in her degree, And next her selfe her righteous ballance hanging bee.
Page 255 - Almighties stead, And with magnificke might and wondrous wit Doest to thy people righteous doome aread, That furthest nations filles with awfull dread, Pardon the boldnesse of thy basest thrall, That dare discourse of so divine a read, As thy great iustice praysed over all; The instrument whereof loe here thy Artegall.
Page 251 - Who soone as he beheld that angels face Adorn'd with all divine perfection, His cheared heart eftsoones away gan chace Sad death, revived with her sweet inspection, And feeble spirit inly felt refection : As withered weed through cruell winters tine...

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