Edmund Spenser Quotes
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And in his hand a sickle he did holde, To reape the ripened fruits the which the earth had yold.
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That darksome cave they enter, where they find That cursed man, low sitting on the ground, Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.
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Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew, And her conception of the joyous Prime.
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O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!
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The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne. For a man by nothing is so well bewrayd, As by his manners.
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Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song.
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Me seemes the world is runne quite out of square, From the first point of his appointed sourse, And being once amisse growes daily wourse and wourse.
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And is there care in Heaven? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace?
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For all that faire is, is by nature good; That is a signe to know the gentle blood.
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Entire affection hateth nicer hands.
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Death slue not him, but he made death his ladder to the skies.
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As when in Cymbrian plaine An heard of bulles, whom kindly rage doth sting, Doe for the milky mothers want complaine, And fill the fieldes with troublous bellowing.
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How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us that succour want!
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A bold bad man, that dar'd to call by name Great Gorgon, Prince of darknesse and dead night.
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Sweete Themmes runne softly, till I end my Song.
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Through thicke and thin, both over banke and bush In hope her to attaine by hooke or crooke.
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I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see.
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For we by conquest, of our soveraine might, And by eternall doome of Fate's decree, Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.
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With that I saw two swans of goodly hue Come softly swimming down along the Lee: Two fairer birds I yet did never see; The snow which doth the top of Pindus strow Did never whiter show, Nor Jove himself, when he a swan would be For love of Leda, whiter did appear
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As withered weed through cruell winters tine, That feeles the warmth of sunny beames reflection, Liftes up his head, that did before decline And gins to spread his leafe before the faire sunshine.
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A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine.
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Tell her the joyous Time will not be staid, Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take.
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Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound.
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Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled, On Fames eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.