Book 1 of the Faery QueeneClarendon Press, 1875 - 251 pages |
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... the winged God his planet clear Began in me to move , one year is spent : The which doth longer unto me appear , Than all those forty which my life out - went . " edition of Books I - III of the Faery Queene viii INTRODUCTION .
... the winged God his planet clear Began in me to move , one year is spent : The which doth longer unto me appear , Than all those forty which my life out - went . " edition of Books I - III of the Faery Queene viii INTRODUCTION .
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... , Assure your selfe , I will you not forsake . His chearefull words reviv'd her chearlesse spright . So forth they went , the dwarfe them guiding ever right . CANTO VIII . Faire virgin , to redeeme ber deare CANTO VII . 87.
... , Assure your selfe , I will you not forsake . His chearefull words reviv'd her chearlesse spright . So forth they went , the dwarfe them guiding ever right . CANTO VIII . Faire virgin , to redeeme ber deare CANTO VII . 87.
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Edmund Spenser George William Kitchin. CANTO VIII . Faire virgin , to redeeme ber deare , brings Arthur to the fight : Who slayes that Gyant , wounds the beast , and strips Duessa quight . I Ay me , how many perils doe enfold ... VIII. ...
Edmund Spenser George William Kitchin. CANTO VIII . Faire virgin , to redeeme ber deare , brings Arthur to the fight : Who slayes that Gyant , wounds the beast , and strips Duessa quight . I Ay me , how many perils doe enfold ... VIII. ...
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... that noble pere ; And , lightly leaping from so monstrous maine , Did faire avoide the violence him nere ; It booted nought to thinke such thunderbolts to beare . 8 Ne shame he thought to shunne so hideous might CANTO VIII . 89.
... that noble pere ; And , lightly leaping from so monstrous maine , Did faire avoide the violence him nere ; It booted nought to thinke such thunderbolts to beare . 8 Ne shame he thought to shunne so hideous might CANTO VIII . 89.
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... he fought , And to the beast gan turne his enterprise ; For wondrous anguish in his hart it wrought , To see his loved squire into such thraldom brought . 16 And , high advauncing his blood - thirstie blade CANTO VIII . 91.
... he fought , And to the beast gan turne his enterprise ; For wondrous anguish in his hart it wrought , To see his loved squire into such thraldom brought . 16 And , high advauncing his blood - thirstie blade CANTO VIII . 91.
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Archimago Ariosto armes armour banns of marriage beast blood bloud brest CANTO Chaucer cruell dame dead deadly deare death doth dragon dread dreadfull Du Cange elfin knight English eternall eyes Faery Queene faire false Duessa fast feare feeble fell fierce fight gentle Gloss goodly Goth grace griefe groning hand hart hast hath heaven heavenly hight house of Pride Icel king lady Latin light lord Lord Leicester mighty never nigh nought paine Paynim phrase Piers Ploughman poets powre pray pret pride Prince Arthur pron proud quoth rage Red Cross Knight says seemd seems selfe sense Shepheards Calender shew shield shyning sight sonne sore sorrow Spenser spide stanza subst Tale thee thence thou tree truth unto vaine verb viii wandring weary weene whence wondrous wont word wound wyde yron
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