The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser, Volume 1G. Bell, 1891 - Poetry |
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Page 113 - 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 141 - Still, when she slept, he kept both watch and ward ; And, when she wakt, he wayted diligent, With humble service to her will prepard : From her fayre eyes he tooke commandement, And ever by her lookes conceived her intent.
Page 114 - Behind her farre away a Dwarfe did lag, That lasie seemd, in being ever last, Or wearied with bearing of her bag Of needments at his backe.
Page 92 - I chose the historye of King Arthure, as most fitte for the excellency of his person, being made famous by many mens former workes, and also furthest from the daunger of envy, and suspition of present time.
Page 92 - Arthure, before he was king, the image of a brave knight, perfected in the twelve private morall vertues, as Aristotle hath devised...
Page 113 - A gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine, Ycladd in mightie armes and silver shielde, Wherein old dints of deepe woundes did remaine, The cruell markes of many a bloody 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 iolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt, As one for knightly giusts aud fierce encounters fitt, II.
Page 123 - And, more to lulle him in his slumber soft, A trickling streame from high rock tumbling downe, And ever-drizling raine upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne Of swarming bees, did cast him in a swowne. No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes, As still are wont t'annoy the walled towne, Might there be heard : but carelesse Quiet lyes, Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enimyes.
Page 127 - By this the Northerne wagoner" had set His sevenfold teme behind the stedfast starre, That was in Ocean waves yet never wet, But firme is fixt, and sendeth light from farre To all, that in the wide deepe wandring arre: And chearefull Chaunticlere with his note shrill Had warned once, that Phoebus...
Page 140 - And lickt her lilly hands with fawning tong, As he her wronged innocence did weet. O, how can beautie maister the most strong, And simple truth subdue avenging wrong ! Whose yielded...
Page 198 - His haughtie Helmet, horrid all with gold, Both glorious brightnesse and great terrour bredd : For all the crest a Dragon did enfold With greedie pawes, and over all did spredd His golden winges : his...