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... late To wish you backe returne with foule disgrace , Yet wisedome warnes , whilest foot is in the gate , To stay the steppe , ere forced to retrate . This is the wandring wood , this Errours den , A monster vile , whom God and man does ...
... late To wish you backe returne with foule disgrace , Yet wisedome warnes , whilest foot is in the gate , To stay the steppe , ere forced to retrate . This is the wandring wood , this Errours den , A monster vile , whom God and man does ...
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... late beguiled guest : In mighty armes he was yclad anon , And silver shield ; upon his coward brest A bloody crosse , and on his craven crest A bounch of heares discolourd diversly . Full jolly knight he seemde , and wel addrest ; And ...
... late beguiled guest : In mighty armes he was yclad anon , And silver shield ; upon his coward brest A bloody crosse , and on his craven crest A bounch of heares discolourd diversly . Full jolly knight he seemde , and wel addrest ; And ...
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... late vision which th ' Enchaunter wrought , Had her abandond . She , of nought affrayd , Through woods and wastnes wide him daily sought ; Yet wished tydinges none of him unto her brought . 1 touch , touchstone , used in testing the ...
... late vision which th ' Enchaunter wrought , Had her abandond . She , of nought affrayd , Through woods and wastnes wide him daily sought ; Yet wished tydinges none of him unto her brought . 1 touch , touchstone , used in testing the ...
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... late Him prickt , in pittie of my sad estate : But he , my Lyon , and my noble Lord , How does he find in cruell hart to hate Her , that him lov'd , and ever most adord As the God of my life ? why hath he me abhord ? ' VIII Redounding ...
... late Him prickt , in pittie of my sad estate : But he , my Lyon , and my noble Lord , How does he find in cruell hart to hate Her , that him lov'd , and ever most adord As the God of my life ? why hath he me abhord ? ' VIII Redounding ...
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... late losse of her deare loved knight , And sighes , and grones , and evermore does steepe Her tender brest in bitter teares all night ; All night she thinks too long , and often lookes for light . XVI Now when Aldeboran1 was mounted hye ...
... late losse of her deare loved knight , And sighes , and grones , and evermore does steepe Her tender brest in bitter teares all night ; All night she thinks too long , and often lookes for light . XVI Now when Aldeboran1 was mounted hye ...
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Archimago armes beast behold blood brest Britomartis CANTO chaunge chaunst chearefull corage corse courser cruell Dame deadly deare death devize dismaid dore doth dread dreadfull Elfin knight Enchaunter enimy eternall eyes Faerie Queene Faery knight faire faire Lady false Duessa fast fayre feare feeble fell flowre fowle fownd Gabriel Harvey gentle goodly grace griefe grone Gyaunt hand hart hast hath heaven heavenly hight holy Lady light living wight Lord mightie never nigh nought paine Paynim powre pray Prince proud quight quoth rage Redcrosse knight Sansfoy Sarazin seemd selfe sence shee Shepheardes Calender shew shield shyne sight sonne sore sownd speach Spenser spide spright staind steed straunge suddein Sunne syre thee Therewith thou thrise traveiled trembling trew unto vaine vertues wandring wearie weene whenas wondrous wonne wont wound wrath wretched wyde XXXVII yron
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Page 9 - 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 23 - 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.
Page 43 - The Lyon would not leave her desolate, But with her went along, as a strong gard Of her chast person, and a favthfull mate Of her sad troubles and misfortunes hard : Still, when she slept, he kept both watch and ward; And, when she wakt, he wayted diligent, With humble service to her will prepard : From her fayre eyes he tooke commandement, And ever by her lookes conceived her intent.
Page 12 - The Laurell, meed of mightie Conquerours And Poets sage ; the Firre that weepeth still...
Page 61 - Of griesly Pluto she the daughter was, And sad Proserpina, the Queene of hell ; Yet did she thinke her pearelesse worth to pas That parentage, with pride so did she swell ; And thundring Jove, that high in heaven doth dwell And wield the world...
Page 169 - But she no whit did chaunge her constant mood: And in her other hand she fast did hold A booke, that was both signd and seald with blood : Wherein darke things were writ, hard to be understood.
Page 4 - The beginning therefore of my history, if it were to be told by an Historiographer should be the twelfth booke, which is the last; where I devise that the Faery Queene kept her Annuall feaste xii.
Page 11 - Whose loftie trees, yclad with sommers pride, Did spred so broad, that heavens light did hide, Not perceable with power of any starr : And all within were pathes and alleies wide, With footing worne, and leading inward farr. Faire harbour that them seems, so in they entred ar.
Page 3 - Poets, I labour to pourtraict in Arthure, before he was king, the image of a brave knight, perfected in the twelve private morall vertues, as Aristotle hath devised...
Page 26 - 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...