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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 . O This is the wandring wood , this Errours den , A monster vile , whom God and man ...
... 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 . O This is the wandring wood , this Errours den , A monster vile , whom God and man ...
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... late beguiled guest : In mighty armes he was yclad anon : And silver shield , upon his coward brest A bloudy crosse , and on his craven crest A bounch of haires discolourd diversly : Full jolly knight he seemde , and well addrest , And ...
... late beguiled guest : In mighty armes he was yclad anon : And silver shield , upon his coward brest A bloudy crosse , and on his craven crest A bounch of haires discolourd diversly : Full jolly knight he seemde , and well addrest , And ...
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... late vision , which th ' Enchaunter wrought , Had her abandond . She of nought affrayd , Through woods and wastnesse wide him daily sought ; Yet wished tydings none of him unto her brought . IV One day nigh wearie of the yrkesome way ...
... late vision , which th ' Enchaunter wrought , Had her abandond . She of nought affrayd , Through woods and wastnesse wide him daily sought ; Yet wished tydings none of him unto her brought . IV One day nigh wearie of the yrkesome way ...
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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 50 55 60 ...
... 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 50 55 60 ...
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... late losse of her deare loved knight , And sighes , and grones , and ever more does steepe Her tender brest in bitter teares all night , 130 All night she thinks too long , and often lookes for light . 135 XVI Now when Aldeboran ° was ...
... late losse of her deare loved knight , And sighes , and grones , and ever more does steepe Her tender brest in bitter teares all night , 130 All night she thinks too long , and often lookes for light . 135 XVI Now when Aldeboran ° was ...
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Page 13 - A GENTLE Knight was pricking on the plaine, Ycladd in mightie armes and silver shielde, Wherein old dints of deepe woundes did remaine, 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 26 - 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 50 - his princely puissance doth abate, And mightie proud to humble weake does yield, Forgetfull of the hungry rage, which 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 lovd, and ever most adord As the god of my life ? why hath he me abhord...
Page 81 - The noble hart, that harbours vertuous thought, And is with child of glorious great intent, Can never rest, untill it forth have brought Th'eternall brood of glorie excellent...
Page xx - The generall end therefore of all the booke is to fashion a gentleman or noble person in vertuous and gentle discipline...
Page 26 - Whose double gates he findeth locked fast, The one faire fram'd of burnisht Yvory, The other all with silver overcast; And wakeful dogges before them farre doe lye, Watching to banish Care their enimy, Who oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe. By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly, And unto Morpheus comes, whom drowned deepe In drowsie fit he findes : of nothing he takes keepe.
Page 14 - A lovely ladie rode him faire beside, Upon a lowly asse more white then snow, Yet she much whiter, but the same did hide Under a vele, that wimpled was full low, And over all a blacke stole she did throw, As one that inly mournd...
Page 16 - 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...
Page 26 - He, making speedy way through spersed ayre, And through the world of waters wide and deepe, To Morpheus house doth hastily repaire. Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe, And low, where dawning day doth never peepe, His dwelling is; there Tethys his wet bed Doth ever wash, and Cynthia still doth steepe In silver deaw his ever-drouping hed, Whiles sad Night over him her mantle black doth spred.
Page 14 - So pure and innocent, as that same lambe, She was in life and every vertuous lore...