Book 1 of the Faery Queene, Volume 2Clarendon Press, 1874 - 251 pages |
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... hart sore and his onely foe ; Sith Una now he algates must forgoe , Whom his victorious handes did earst restore To native crowne and kingdom late ygce : Where she enjoyes sure peace for evermore , As wether - beaten ship arriv'd on ...
... hart sore and his onely foe ; Sith Una now he algates must forgoe , Whom his victorious handes did earst restore To native crowne and kingdom late ygce : Where she enjoyes sure peace for evermore , As wether - beaten ship arriv'd on ...
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... , ne yet be seene , But hid her visage , and her head downe bent , Either for grievous shame , or for great teene , As if her hart with sorrow had transfixed beene . 16 Till her that squire bespake , Madame my liefe 6 THE FAERY QUEENE .
... , ne yet be seene , But hid her visage , and her head downe bent , Either for grievous shame , or for great teene , As if her hart with sorrow had transfixed beene . 16 Till her that squire bespake , Madame my liefe 6 THE FAERY QUEENE .
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... hart was rent in twaine , Or thrild with point of thorough - piercing paine ; As gentle hynd , whose sides with cruell steele Through launched , forth her bleeding life does raine , Whiles the sad pang approching shee does feele ...
... hart was rent in twaine , Or thrild with point of thorough - piercing paine ; As gentle hynd , whose sides with cruell steele Through launched , forth her bleeding life does raine , Whiles the sad pang approching shee does feele ...
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... hart , And the cleane waves with purple gore did ray ; Als in her lap a lovely babe did play His cruell sport , in stead of sorrow dew ; For in her streaming blood he did embay His litle hands , and tender joints embrew ; Pitifull ...
... hart , And the cleane waves with purple gore did ray ; Als in her lap a lovely babe did play His cruell sport , in stead of sorrow dew ; For in her streaming blood he did embay His litle hands , and tender joints embrew ; Pitifull ...
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... hart Is meetest med'cine , tempred with sweet voice ; Ay me , deare lady , which the image art Of ruefull pitie , and impatient smart , What direfull chance , armd with avenging fate , Or cursed hand hath plaid this cruell part , Thus ...
... hart Is meetest med'cine , tempred with sweet voice ; Ay me , deare lady , which the image art Of ruefull pitie , and impatient smart , What direfull chance , armd with avenging fate , Or cursed hand hath plaid this cruell part , Thus ...
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Page 206 - Ransacked the Centre, and with impious hands Rifled the bowels of their mother Earth For treasures better hid.
Page 94 - How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant! They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us plant; And all for love, and nothing for reward: O why should Heavenly God to men have such regard ? LONDON: APPROVED SCHOOL BOOKS.
Page 94 - Of men than beasts ; but oh ! the exceeding grace Of highest God ! that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace. That blessed angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
Page 173 - To th' instruments divine respondence meet; The silver sounding instruments did meet With the base murmure of the waters fall; The waters fall with difference discreet, Now soft, now loud, unto the wind did call; The gentle warbling wind low answered to all.
Page 94 - How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us, that succour want? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant?
Page 113 - Their murmuring small trompets sounden 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 66 - In this wide Inland sea, that hight by name The Idle lake, my wandring ship I row, That knowes her port, and thither sayles by ayme, Ne care, ne feare I how the wind do blow, Or whether swift I wend, or whether slow : Both slow and swift alike do serve my tourne ; Ne swelling Neptune ne lowd thundring Jove Can chaunge my cheare, or make me ever mourne : My little boat can safely passe this perilous bourne.
Page 173 - 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 1 - But let that man with better sence advize, That of the world least part to us is red; And daily how through hardy enterprize Many great Regions are discovered, Which to late age were never mentioned. Who ever heard of th
Page 84 - All bard with double bends, that none could weene Them to efforce by violence or wrong : On every side they placed were along ; But all the grownd with sculs was scattered, And dead mens bones, which round about were flong ; Whose lives, it seemed, whilome there were shed, And their vile carcases now left unburied.