Author: Edmund Spenser

Cited by

• Robert Penn Warren (1)
  • IN: World Enough and Time (1959) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: So oft as I with state of present time, The image of the antique world compare, When as mans age was in his freshest prime, And the first blossome of faire vertue bare, Such oddes I finde twixt those, and these which are, As that, through long continuance of his course, 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. Let none then blame me, if in discipline Of vertue and of ciuill vses lore, I doe not forme them to the common line Of present dayes, which are corrupted sore, But to the antique vse, which was of yore, When good was onely for it selfe desyred, And all men sought their owne, and none no more; When Iustice was not for most meed outhyred, But simple Truth did rayne, and was of all admyred Dread Souerayne Goddesse, that doest highest sit In seate of iudgement, in th'Almighties stead, And with magnificke might and wondrous wit Doest to thy people righteous doome aread, That furthest Nations filles with awfull dread, Pardon the boldnesse of thy basest thrall, That dare discourse of so diuine a read, As thy great iustice praysed ouer all: The instrument whereof loe here thy Artegall.
    FROM: Prologue of the Fifth Booke of the Faerie Queen Contayning the Legend of Artegall or of Justice, (1596), Poem, UK
• Charles Maturin (2)
  • IN: Wild Irish Boy (1808) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: " But if that country of Ireland from which you lately came, be of so goodly and commodious a soil, as you report, I wonder that no course is taken for turning there of to good uses, and reducing that nation to better goverment and civility. "
    FROM: The State of Ireland, (1596), Book, UK
  • IN: The Albigenses (1824) Ficton, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: A gentle knight came pricking o'er the plain.
    FROM: The Faerie Queene: Book I, Canto I, (1590), Book, UK
• Horace Smith (1)
  • IN: Walter Colyton (1830) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Now I pray thee, shepherd, tell it not forth, Here is a long tale, and little worth.
    FROM: The Shepheardes Calender, (1579), Poem, UK
• Catharine Maria Sedwick (1)
  • IN: Tales of Glauber-Spa (1844) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Ah! Iuckless babe, born under cruel star And in dead parent's baleful ashes bred, Full little weenest thou what sorrows are Left thee for portion of thy livelihed; Poor orphan, in the wide world scattered, As budding branch rent from the native tree, And throwen forth, till it be withered.
    FROM: Fairy Queen, (1596), Poem, UK
• Joseph Conrad (1)
  • IN: The Rover (1923) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please
    FROM: The Faerie Queen, (1596), NULL, UK
• Herman Melville (1)
  • IN: Moby-Dick (1851) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Which to secure, no skill of leach's art Mote him availle, but to returne againe To his wound's worker, that with lowly dart, Dinting his breast, had bred his restless paine, Like as the wounded whale to shore flies thro' the maine.
    FROM: The Faerie Queen, (1596), Poem, UK
• Robert Nye (1)
  • IN: The Late Mr. Shakespeare (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Our pleasant Willy, ah! is dead of late
    FROM: The Tears of the Muses, (1591), Poem, UK
• Charles Robert Maturin (1)
  • IN: The Wild Irish Boy (1808) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: But if that country of Ireland from which you lately came, be of so goodly and commodious a soil, as you report, I wonder that no course is taken for the turning thereof to good uses, and reducing that nation to better government and civility.
    FROM: A View of the State of Ireland, (1596), Fictional, NULL