The Faerie Queene: Disposed Into Twelve Bookes Fashioning XII Morall VertuesG. Routledge, 1855 - 820 pages |
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... late vision which th ' enchaunter wrought , Had her abandond ; she of nought afrayd , Through woods and wastnes wide him daily sought , Yet wished tydinges none of him unto her brought . One day , nigh wearie of the yrkesome way , From ...
... late vision which th ' enchaunter wrought , Had her abandond ; she of nought afrayd , Through woods and wastnes wide him daily sought , Yet wished tydinges none of him unto her brought . One day , nigh wearie of the yrkesome way , From ...
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... late endurd ; she speakes no more Of past : true is , that true love hath no powre To looken backe ; his eies be fixt before . Before her stands her knight , for whom she toyld so sore . Much like , as when the beaten marinere , That ...
... late endurd ; she speakes no more Of past : true is , that true love hath no powre To looken backe ; his eies be fixt before . Before her stands her knight , for whom she toyld so sore . Much like , as when the beaten marinere , That ...
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... late lucklesse fray . His cruell woundes with cruddy bloud congeald They binden up so wisely as they may , And handle softly , till they can be heald : So lay him in her charett , close in night conceald . 28 20 29 And , all the while ...
... late lucklesse fray . His cruell woundes with cruddy bloud congeald They binden up so wisely as they may , And handle softly , till they can be heald : So lay him in her charett , close in night conceald . 28 20 29 And , all the while ...
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... late ; 9 And trembling yet through feare of former hate : All stand amazed at so úncouth sight , And gin to pittie her unhappie state ; All stand astonied at her beauty bright . In their rude eyes unworthy of so wofull plight . She ...
... late ; 9 And trembling yet through feare of former hate : All stand amazed at so úncouth sight , And gin to pittie her unhappie state ; All stand astonied at her beauty bright . In their rude eyes unworthy of so wofull plight . She ...
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... late attempted sin ; And lefte the doubtfull battel hastily , To catch her , newly offred to his eie : But Satyrane , with strokes him turning , staid , And sternely bad him other business plie Then hunt the steps of pure unspotted maid ...
... late attempted sin ; And lefte the doubtfull battel hastily , To catch her , newly offred to his eie : But Satyrane , with strokes him turning , staid , And sternely bad him other business plie Then hunt the steps of pure unspotted maid ...
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Page 794 - Then gin I thinke on that which Nature sayd, Of that same time when no more Change shall be, But stedfast rest of all things, firmely stayd Upon the pillours of Eternity...
Page 8 - 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 10 - Led with delight, they thus beguile the way, Untill 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 seene, That which of them to take, in diverse doubt they been.
Page 15 - 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 795 - And when ye list your owne mishaps to mourne, Which death, or love, or fortunes wreck did rayse, Your string could soone to sadder tenor turne, And teach the woods and waters to lament 10 Your dolefull dreriment...
Page 4 - 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 537 - So oft as I with state of present time The image of the antique world compare, When as mans age was in his freshest prime, And the first blossome of faire vertue bare ; Such oddes I finde twixt those, and these which are, As that, through long continuance of his course, Me seemes the world is runne quite out of square From the first point of his appointed sourse ; And being once amisse growes daily wourse and wourse...
Page 800 - The more they on it stare. But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground, Are governed with goodly modesty, That suffers not one looke to glaunce awry, Which may let in a little thought unsownd.
Page 789 - With eares of come, and full her hand was found: That was the righteous Virgin, which of old Liv'd here on earth, and plenty made abound; But after Wrong was lov'd, and Justice solde, She left th' unrighteous world, and was to heaven extold.
Page 266 - Out of this fountaine, sweet and faire to see, The which into an ample laver fell, And shortly grew to so great quantitie, That like a litle lake it seemd to bee; Whose depth exceeded not three cubits...