Spenser's Poem, Entitled Colin Clouts Come Home Againe, Explained: With Remarks Upon the Amoretti Sonnets, and Also Upon a Few of the Minor Poems of Other Early English PoetsJ. Miller, 1865 - 306 Seiten |
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... selfe bounden unto you for your singular favours , and sundrie good turnes , shewed to me at my late being in England ; and with your good countenance protect against the malice of evill mouthes , which are alwaies wide open to carpe at ...
... selfe bounden unto you for your singular favours , and sundrie good turnes , shewed to me at my late being in England ; and with your good countenance protect against the malice of evill mouthes , which are alwaies wide open to carpe at ...
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... selfe , that did it make . But read now eke , of friendship I thee pray , What dittie did that other shepheard sing : 160 For I do covet most the same to heare , As men use most to covet forreine thing . " " That shall I eke ( quoth he ) ...
... selfe , that did it make . But read now eke , of friendship I thee pray , What dittie did that other shepheard sing : 160 For I do covet most the same to heare , As men use most to covet forreine thing . " " That shall I eke ( quoth he ) ...
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... selfe , like wight forlore , ' Into that waste , where I was quite forgot . The which to leave , thenceforth he counseld mee , Unmeet for man , in whom was ought regardfull , And wend with him , his Cynthia to see ; Whose grace was ...
... selfe , like wight forlore , ' Into that waste , where I was quite forgot . The which to leave , thenceforth he counseld mee , Unmeet for man , in whom was ought regardfull , And wend with him , his Cynthia to see ; Whose grace was ...
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... selfe upon the water . 215 Strange thing ! how bold and swift the monster was , 220 That neither car'd for wynd , nor haile , nor raine , Nor swelling waves , but thorough them did passe So proudly , that she made them roare againe ...
... selfe upon the water . 215 Strange thing ! how bold and swift the monster was , 220 That neither car'd for wynd , nor haile , nor raine , Nor swelling waves , but thorough them did passe So proudly , that she made them roare againe ...
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... selfe thou mak'st us more to wonder , And her upraising doest thy selfe upraise . But let us heare what grace she shewed thee , And how that shepheard strange thy cause advanced . " " The Shepheard of the Ocean ( quoth he ) Unto that ...
... selfe thou mak'st us more to wonder , And her upraising doest thy selfe upraise . But let us heare what grace she shewed thee , And how that shepheard strange thy cause advanced . " " The Shepheard of the Ocean ( quoth he ) Unto that ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
addressed Arcadia beauty behold blisse Bregog brest called Carew Chaucer Clouts Come Home Colin Clouts conceived Court of Love cruell Cynthia deare delight divine doest doth Elizabeth envy eternal expression eyes Faerie Queene fair fayre figure flowers Fortunate Isle fyre gentle glorious glory golden goodly grace happy hart hast hath heart heaven heavenly hight honor lady land light live looke lovers lyke meaning mind mistress Mulla Muse mynd mystic nature never nought Nymph object Old Mole over-soul peerlesse price Peize perfect pipe pleasure poem poet poet's poetic powre praise prayses pride Queen quoth reader referred seek seen selfe sense Shakespeare's Sonnets shepheards Shepherd's Paradise Sith skie skill Sonnet of Shakespeare soul speak Spenser Spirit of Truth spright Strange Shepherd sweet tell Theana thee theyr things thou thought true unity unto Vide REMARKS visible woman words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 68 - Two loves I have, of comfort and despair, Which, like two spirits, do suggest me still: The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman coloured ill. To win me soon to hell my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride...
Seite 138 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Seite 197 - For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see : Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Seite 59 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Seite 39 - EPITAPH. ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE. UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother : Death, ere thou hast slain another, Fair, and learned, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Seite 306 - Like as the culver, on the bared bough, Sits mourning for the absence of her mate; And, in her songs, sends many a wishful vow For his return that seems to linger late: So I alone, now left disconsolate, Mourn to myself the absence of my love; And, wand'ring here and there all desolate, Seek with my plaints to match that mournful dove.
Seite 132 - I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
Seite 59 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Seite 222 - So when my toung would speak her praises dew, It stopped is with thoughts astonishment...
Seite 245 - SWEET is the Rose, but growes upon a brere; Sweet is the lunipeer, but sharpe his bough; Sweet is the Eglantine, but pricketh nere; Sweet is the Firbloome, but his...