Spenser's The Faerie Queene, Book I, Book 1Macmillan, 1915 - 295 pages |
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... sore constraint , Cride out , Now now Sir knight , shew what ye bee , Add faith unto your force , and be not faint : Strangle her , else she sure will strangle thee . That when he heard , in great perplexitie , His gall did grate for ...
... sore constraint , Cride out , Now now Sir knight , shew what ye bee , Add faith unto your force , and be not faint : Strangle her , else she sure will strangle thee . That when he heard , in great perplexitie , His gall did grate for ...
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... sore annoyed has the knight , 185 190 That welnigh choked with the deadly stinke , His forces faile , ne can no lenger fight . Whose corage when the feend perceiv'd to shrinke , She poured forth out of her hellish sinke Her fruitfull ...
... sore annoyed has the knight , 185 190 That welnigh choked with the deadly stinke , His forces faile , ne can no lenger fight . Whose corage when the feend perceiv'd to shrinke , She poured forth out of her hellish sinke Her fruitfull ...
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... , But every hill and dale , each wood and plaine , Did search , sore grieved in her gentle brest , He so ungently left her , whom she loved best . 50 55 60 65 70 IX But subtill Archimago , when his guests He saw 34 THE FAERIE QUEENE.
... , But every hill and dale , each wood and plaine , Did search , sore grieved in her gentle brest , He so ungently left her , whom she loved best . 50 55 60 65 70 IX But subtill Archimago , when his guests He saw 34 THE FAERIE QUEENE.
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... sore daunted with the buffe Snatcheth his sword , and fiercely to him flies ; Who well it wards , and quyteth cuff with cuff : Each others equall puissaunce envies , O And through their iron sides with cruell spies Does seeke to perce ...
... sore daunted with the buffe Snatcheth his sword , and fiercely to him flies ; Who well it wards , and quyteth cuff with cuff : Each others equall puissaunce envies , O And through their iron sides with cruell spies Does seeke to perce ...
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... sore . 270 XXXI Much like , as when the beaten marinere , That long hath wandred in the Ocean wide , Oft soust in swelling Tethys saltish teare , And long time having tand his tawney hide With blustring breath of heaven , that none can ...
... sore . 270 XXXI Much like , as when the beaten marinere , That long hath wandred in the Ocean wide , Oft soust in swelling Tethys saltish teare , And long time having tand his tawney hide With blustring breath of heaven , that none can ...
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adventures Æneid allegory Archimago armes beast beauty behold blood bloud brest corse cruell Dame daughter deadly deare death doth Dragon dread dreadfull Duessa Dwarfe Edited Elfin knight Enchaunter English eternall eyes Faerie Queene Faery knight faire faire Lady false Duessa farre fast feare feeble fierce fowle gentle Gloriana goodly grace griefe grone hand hart hast hath heaven heavenly hight holy House of Pride Iliad Jerusalem Delivered king Lady light living wight Lord mighty never nigh nought Orlando Furioso paine Paynim Poems poet powre Pride Prince Arthur Protestantism proud quight quoth rage Redcross Knight Sansloy Sarazin Satyres seemd selfe Shakespeare's shield shyne sight slaine sonne sore Spenser spide spright staind stanza steed thee thou Truth unto vaine viii virgin wandring wearie weene wondrous wont wound wyde XXXVII yron
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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...