The Faerie Queene: Disposed Into Twelve Bookes Fashioning XII Morall VertuesG. Routledge, 1855 - 820 pages |
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... nought to learning they may spare ; And the rich fee which Poets wont divide , Now Parasites and Sycophants do share . " But it would appear that Spenser , like many others , was , to some extent , the cause of his own misfortune . The ...
... nought to learning they may spare ; And the rich fee which Poets wont divide , Now Parasites and Sycophants do share . " But it would appear that Spenser , like many others , was , to some extent , the cause of his own misfortune . The ...
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... nought aghast , his mightie hand enhaunst ; 15 16 17 The stroke down from her head unto her shoulder glaunst . Much daunted with that dint her sence was dazd ; Yet kindling rage her selfe she gathered round , And all attonce her beastly ...
... nought aghast , his mightie hand enhaunst ; 15 16 17 The stroke down from her head unto her shoulder glaunst . Much daunted with that dint her sence was dazd ; Yet kindling rage her selfe she gathered round , And all attonce her beastly ...
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... nought at all ; She could not heare , nor speake , nor understand : Till , seeing by her side the lyon stand , With suddein feare her pitcher downe she threw , And fled away : for never in that land Face of fayre lady she before did vew ...
... nought at all ; She could not heare , nor speake , nor understand : Till , seeing by her side the lyon stand , With suddein feare her pitcher downe she threw , And fled away : for never in that land Face of fayre lady she before did vew ...
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... nought prevaile , Shee backe retourned with some labour lost ; And in the way , as shee did weepe and waile , A knight her mett in mighty armes embost , Yet knight was not for all his bragging bost ; But subtill Archimag , that Una ...
... nought prevaile , Shee backe retourned with some labour lost ; And in the way , as shee did weepe and waile , A knight her mett in mighty armes embost , Yet knight was not for all his bragging bost ; But subtill Archimag , that Una ...
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... nought but sorrow breed , And late repentance , which shall long abyde Mine eyes no more on vanitie shall feed , But , seeled up with death , shall have their deadly meed . ” Then downe againe she fell unto the ground ; But he her ...
... nought but sorrow breed , And late repentance , which shall long abyde Mine eyes no more on vanitie shall feed , But , seeled up with death , shall have their deadly meed . ” Then downe againe she fell unto the ground ; But he her ...
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Archimago armes Artegall beast behold blood brest Britomart brought Calidore CANTO chaunce courser cruell dame damzell daunger deadly deare death despight devize dight dismayd doth dread dreadfull Eftsoones elfin knight evermore eyes FAERIE QUEENE Faery knight faire faire ladies farre fast fayre feare fell fierce fight Florimell flowre fowle gentle goodly grace griefe grone Guyon hand hart hast hath heavens herselfe hight himselfe ioyous knight lady late layd light living mayd mighty Mongst mote nigh noble nought powre prince quoth rage rest sayd seemd shame shee shew shield shyning sight Sith sonne soone sore sory soveraine speach speare spide spright squire stayd steed straunge streight sunne sweet syre Talus thee thence thereof thou trew unto vaine vertue villein warlike weary weene weet whenas wight wize wondrous wonne wont wound wretched wyde yron
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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...