The Faerie Queene: Disposed Into Twelve Bookes Fashioning XII Morall VertuesG. Routledge, 1855 - 820 pages |
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... mote ye please Well to accept , and evermore embrace My faithfull service , that by land and seas 23 20 Have vowd you to defend : now then your plaint appease . " His lovely words her seemd due recompence Of all her passed paines : one ...
... mote ye please Well to accept , and evermore embrace My faithfull service , that by land and seas 23 20 Have vowd you to defend : now then your plaint appease . " His lovely words her seemd due recompence Of all her passed paines : one ...
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... mote be spyde : For , doubtlesse , death ensewd if any him descryde . Scarse could he footing find in that fowle way , For many corses , like a great lay - stall , 50 50 61 52 53 Of murdred men , which therein strowed lay Without ...
... mote be spyde : For , doubtlesse , death ensewd if any him descryde . Scarse could he footing find in that fowle way , For many corses , like a great lay - stall , 50 50 61 52 53 Of murdred men , which therein strowed lay Without ...
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... mote not the same endure to vew . Which when the gyaunt spyde with staring eye , He downe let fall his arme , and soft withdrew His weapon huge , that heaved was on hye For to have slain the man , that on the ground did lye . And eke ...
... mote not the same endure to vew . Which when the gyaunt spyde with staring eye , He downe let fall his arme , and soft withdrew His weapon huge , that heaved was on hye For to have slain the man , that on the ground did lye . And eke ...
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... mote I weet , Sir Guyon , why with so fierce saliaunce , And fell intent ye did at earst me meet ; For , sith I know your goodly gouvernance , 29 29 Great cause , I weene , you guided , or some úncouth chaunce . " " Certes , " said he ...
... mote I weet , Sir Guyon , why with so fierce saliaunce , And fell intent ye did at earst me meet ; For , sith I know your goodly gouvernance , 29 29 Great cause , I weene , you guided , or some úncouth chaunce . " " Certes , " said he ...
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... mote bee , That rode in golden sell with single spere , But wanted sword to wreake his enmitee . 66 ' He is a great adventurer , " said he , " That hath his sword through hard assay forgone , And now hath vowd , till he avenged bee Of ...
... mote bee , That rode in golden sell with single spere , But wanted sword to wreake his enmitee . 66 ' He is a great adventurer , " said he , " That hath his sword through hard assay forgone , And now hath vowd , till he avenged bee Of ...
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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...