The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser, Volume 1

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G. Bell, 1891 - Poetry
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Page 113 - And on his brest a bloodie crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead, as living ever, him ador'd : Upon his shield the like was also scor'd, For soveraine hope which in his helpe he had.
Page 141 - The Lyon would not leave her desolate, But with her went along, as a strong gard Of her chast person, and a faythfull mate Of her sad troubles and misfortunes hard...
Page 114 - Behind her farre away a Dwarfe did lag, That lasie seemd, in being ever last, Or wearied with bearing of her bag Of needments at his backe.
Page 92 - I chose the historye of King Arthure, as most fitte for the excellency of his person, being made famous by many mens former workes, and also furthest from the daunger of envy, and suspition of present time.
Page 123 - And more to lulle him in his slumber soft, A trickling streame from high rock tumbling downe, And ever-drizling raine upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne Of swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne. No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes, As still are wont t'annoy the walled towne, Might there be heard ; but carelesse Quiet lyes Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enimyes.
Page 115 - At last resolving forward still to fare, Till that some end they finde, or in or out, That path they take, that beaten seemd most bare, And like to lead the labyrinth about; Which when by tract they hunted had throughout, At length it brought them to a hollowe cave Amid the thickest woods. The champion stout Eftsoones dismounted from his courser brave, And to the dwarfe a while his needless spere he gave. XII.
Page 113 - The cruell markes of many a bloody fielde; Yet armes till that time did he never wield. His angry steede did chide his foming bitt, As much disdayning to the curbe to yield : Full jolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt, As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.
Page 114 - So pure and innocent, as that same lambe, She was in life and every vertuous lore; And by descent from royall lynage came Of ancient kinges and queenes, that had of yore Their scepters stretcht from east to westerne shore...
Page 127 - BY this the northerne wagoner had set His sevenfold teme behind the stedfast starre That was in ocean waves yet never wet, But firme is fixt, and sendeth light from farre To all that in the wide deepe wandring arre ; / And chearefull chaunticlere with his note shrill Had warned once, that Phoebus...
Page 121 - The Knight was well content : So with that godly Father to his home they went. xxxiv. A litle lowly hermitage it was, Downe in a dale, hard by a forests side, Far from resort of people, that did pas In traveill to and froe : a...

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