Die Gleichnisse in Edmund Spenser's Faerie queene und ihre Vorbilder |
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Page 139 - Ibant obscuri sola sub nocte per umbram, Perque domos Ditis vacuas et inania regna : Quale per incertam lunam sub luce maligna Est iter in silvis, ubi caelum condidit umbra luppiter, et rebus nox abstulit atra colorem.
Page 35 - Upon the top of all his loftie crest, A bounch of heares discolourd diversly, With sprincled pearle and gold full richly drest, Did shake. and seemd to daunce for jollity, Like to an almond tree ymounted hye On top of greene Selinis all alone, With blossoms brave bedecked daintily ; Whose tender locks do tremble every one At everie little breath that under heaven is blowne.
Page 57 - No wound, which warlike hand of enemy Inflicts with dint of sword, so sore doth light As doth the poysnous sting, which infamy Infixeth in the name of noble wight...
Page 68 - THE waies, through which my weary steps I guyde, In this delightfull land of Faery, Are so exceeding spacious and wyde, And sprinckled with such sweet variety, Of all that pleasant is to eare or eye...
Page 27 - As when old father Nilus gins to swell With timely pride above the Aegyptian vale, His fattie waves doe fertile slime outwell, And overflow each plaine and lowly dale...
Page 78 - LIKE as a ship, that through the Ocean wyde Directs her course unto one certaine cost, Is met of many a counter winde and tyde, With which her winged speed is let and crost, And she her selfe in stormie surges tost; Yet, making many a horde and many a bay, Still winneth way, ne hath her compasse lost: Right so it fares with me in this long way, Whose course is often stayd, yet never is astray.
Page 46 - Who travailes by the wearie wandring way, To come unto his wished home in haste, And meetes a flood that doth his passage stay, Is not great grace to helpe him over past, Or free his feet that in the myre sticke fast? Most envious man, that grieves at neighbours...
Page 28 - As when a swarme of gnats at eventide Out of the fennes of Allan doe arise, Their murmuring small trompetts sownden wide, Whiles in the aire their clustring army flies, That as a cloud doth seeme to dim the skies; Ne man nor beast may rest, or take repast, For their sharpe wounds and noyous injuries, Till the fierce northerne wind with blustring blast Doth blow them quite away, and in the ocean cast.
Page 34 - That daintie Rose, the daughter of her Morne, More deare then life she tendered, whose flowre The girlond of her honour did adorne : Ne suffred she the Middayes scorching powre, Ne the sharp Northerne wind thereon to showre: But lapped up her silken leaves most chayre...
Page 33 - Ah see, who so faire thing doest faine to see, In springing flowre the image of thy day; Ah see the Virgin Rose, how sweetly shee Doth first peepe forth with bashfull modestee, That fairer seemes, the lesse ye see her may...