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Page 11 - He making speedy way through spersed ayre, And through the world of waters wide and deepe. To Morpheus house doth hastily repaire. Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe, And low, where dawning day doth never peepe, His dwelling is ; there...
Page 800 - The more they on it stare. But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground, Are governed with goodly modesty, That suffers not one look to glance awry Which may let in a little thought unsound.
Page 12 - But his waste wordes retournd to him in vaine : So sound he slept, that nought mought him awake. Then rudely he him thrust, and pusht with paine, Whereat he gan to stretch ; but he againe Shooke him so hard, that forced him to speake.
Page 60 - And oft, for dread of hurt, would him advise The angry beastes not rashly to despise, Nor too much to provoke ; for he would learne The Lyon stoup to him in lowly wise, (A lesson hard) and make the Libbard sterne Leave roaring, when in rage he for revenge did earne.
Page 12 - The Sprite then gan more boldly him to wake, And threatned unto him the dreaded name Of Hecate : whereat he gan to quake, And, lifting up his lompish head, with blame Halfe angrie asked him, for what he came.
Page 268 - Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound, Of all that mote delight a daintie eare, Such as attonce might not on living ground, Save in this Paradise, be heard elsewhere : Right hard it was for wight which did it heare, To read what manner musicke that mote bee ; For all that pleasing is to living eare Was there consorted in one harmonee ; Birdes...
Page 5 - Enforst to seeke some covert nigh at hand, A shadie grove not farr away they spide, That promist ayde the tempest to withstand ; Whose loftie trees, yclad with sommers pride...