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Page 42 - And layd her stole aside : her angels face, As the great eye of Heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place ; Did never mortal!
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 121 - Upon the top of all his loftie crest, A bounch of heares discolourd diversly, With sprincled pearle and gold full richly drest, Did shake. and seemd to daunce for jollity, Like to an almond tree ymounted hye On top of greene Selinis all alone, With blossoms brave bedecked daintily ; Whose tender locks do tremble every one At everie little breath that under heaven is blowne.
Page 160 - The lenger life, I wote, the greater sin ; The greater sin, the greater punishment : All those great battels, which thou boasts to win Through strife, and blood-shed, and avengement, Now praysd, hereafter deare thou shalt repent ; For life must life, and blood must blood, repay.
Page 9 - A GENTLE Knight was pricking on the plaine, Ycladd in mightie armes and silver shielde, Wherein old dints of deepe woundes did remaine, The cruel markes of many a bloudy 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 12 - Holme ; the Maple seeldom inward sound. Led with delight, they thus beguile the way, Until the blustring storme is overblowne ; When, weening to returne whence they did stray, They cannot finde that path, which first was showne, But wander too and fro in waies unknowne, Furthest from end then, when they neerest weene, That makes them doubt their wits be not their owne : So many pathes, so many turnings scene, That which of them to take in diverse doubt they been.
Page 9 - 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 scorM, For soveraine hope which in his helpe he had.
Page 64 - And by his side rode loathsome Gluttony, Deformed creature, on a filthie swyne. His belly was upblowne with luxury, And eke with fatnesse swollen were...