Elizabethan Narrative VerseNigel Alexander Edward Arnold, 1967 - 338 pagina's |
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... face 90 And museth at hym selfe , wyth whych astonyed cheare , As image made of marble whyte , his countenance dyd apeare , Lyke starres he seyth hys eyes , and Bacchus fyngeres swete He thoughte he had on goulden heares , for Phebus ...
... face 90 And museth at hym selfe , wyth whych astonyed cheare , As image made of marble whyte , his countenance dyd apeare , Lyke starres he seyth hys eyes , and Bacchus fyngeres swete He thoughte he had on goulden heares , for Phebus ...
Pagina 85
... face a Pandar to the hart . Those be the painted Moones , whose lights prophane Beauties true Heaven , at full still in their wane . 260 Those be the Lapwing faces that still crie , Here tis , when that they vow is nothing nie . Base ...
... face a Pandar to the hart . Those be the painted Moones , whose lights prophane Beauties true Heaven , at full still in their wane . 260 Those be the Lapwing faces that still crie , Here tis , when that they vow is nothing nie . Base ...
Pagina 169
... face . But when that beauteous face Diana saw , Her armes were nummed , and shee could not draw ; Yet did she strive to shoot , but all in vaine , Shee bent her bow , and loos'd it streight againe . Then she began to chide her wanton ...
... face . But when that beauteous face Diana saw , Her armes were nummed , and shee could not draw ; Yet did she strive to shoot , but all in vaine , Shee bent her bow , and loos'd it streight againe . Then she began to chide her wanton ...
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Introduction I | 1 |
The Fable of Ovid treting of Narcissus 1560 | 27 |
Scillaes Metamorphosis 1589 | 33 |
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