Book I of The Faery QueeneClarendon Press, 1883 - 257 páginas |
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Página 27
... blood ; Soone as the royall virgin he did spy , With gaping mouth at her ran greedily , To have attonce devourd her tender corse : But to the pray when as he drew more ny , His bloody rage aswaged with remorse , foun And with the sight ...
... blood ; Soone as the royall virgin he did spy , With gaping mouth at her ran greedily , To have attonce devourd her tender corse : But to the pray when as he drew more ny , His bloody rage aswaged with remorse , foun And with the sight ...
Página 45
... blood Which he had spilt , and all to rags yrent ; Through unadvized rashnesse woxen wood ; For of his hands he had no governement , Ne car'd for bloud in his avengement : But when the furious fit was overpast , His cruell facts he ...
... blood Which he had spilt , and all to rags yrent ; Through unadvized rashnesse woxen wood ; For of his hands he had no governement , Ne car'd for bloud in his avengement : But when the furious fit was overpast , His cruell facts he ...
Página 49
... blood shall sacrifice in hast . 50 O but I feare the fickle freakes ( quoth shee ) Of fortune false , and oddes of armes in field . Why Dame ( quoth he ) what oddes can ever bee Where both do fight alike , to win or yield ? Yea but ...
... blood shall sacrifice in hast . 50 O but I feare the fickle freakes ( quoth shee ) Of fortune false , and oddes of armes in field . Why Dame ( quoth he ) what oddes can ever bee Where both do fight alike , to win or yield ? Yea but ...
Página 59
... blood , And downe to Plutoes house are come bilive : Which passing through , on every side them stood The trembling ghosts with sad amazed mood , Chattring their yron teeth , and staring wide With stonie eyes ; and all the hellish brood ...
... blood , And downe to Plutoes house are come bilive : Which passing through , on every side them stood The trembling ghosts with sad amazed mood , Chattring their yron teeth , and staring wide With stonie eyes ; and all the hellish brood ...
Página 72
... blood , yet thristed after life : [ knife . What more ? the Redcrosse knight was slaine with Paynim 39 Ah dearest lord ( quoth she ) how might that bee , And he the stoutest knight , that ever wonne ? Ah dearest dame ( quoth he ) how ...
... blood , yet thristed after life : [ knife . What more ? the Redcrosse knight was slaine with Paynim 39 Ah dearest lord ( quoth she ) how might that bee , And he the stoutest knight , that ever wonne ? Ah dearest dame ( quoth he ) how ...
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Archimago Ariosto armes armour Bartsch beast blood bloud Brachet brest CANTO Chanson de Roland Chaucer Cotgrave cruell dame deadly deare death Dict Diez doth dragon dread dreadfull Ducange elfin knight English eternall evil eyes Faery Queene faire false Duessa fast feare fell fierce fight gentle Gloss goodly Goth grace griefe groning hand hart hath heaven heavenly hight house of Pride Icel king lady Latin light lord Lord Leicester meaning mighty Milton Nares never nigh nought paine Paynim phrase poets powre pret pride Prince Arthur pron proud quoth rage Red Cross Knight seemd seems selfe sense Shepheards Calender shew shield shyning sight Skeat s.v. sonne sore Spenser spide Stratmann sweet thee thence thou tree truth unto vaine verb viii wandring weary weene wondrous wont word wound wyde yron
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Página 6 - Yea but (quoth she) the perill of this place I better wot then you, though now too late To wish you backe returne with foule disgrace, Yet wisedome warnes, whilest foot is in the gate, To stay the steppe, ere forced to retrate. This is the wandring wood, this Errours den, A monster vile, whom God and man does hate : Therefore I read beware. Fly, fly (quoth then The fearefull Dwarfe) this is no place for living men.
Página 28 - The lyon would not leave her desolate, But with her went along, as a strong gard Of her chast person, and a faithfull mate Of her sad troubles and misfortunes hard : Still when she slept, he kept both watch and ward, And when she wakt, he waited diligent, With humble service to her will prepard : From her faire eyes he tooke commandement, And ever by her lookes conceived her intent.
Página 163 - In that Faery Queene I meane glory in my generall intention, but in my particular I conceive the most excellent and glorious person of our soveraine the Queene, and her kingdome in Faery Land.
Página 8 - That from their noyance he no where can rest; But with his clownish hands their tender wings He brusheth oft, and oft doth mar their murmurings.
Página 114 - Come, come away, fraile, feeble, fleshly wight, Ne let vaine words bewitch thy manly hart, Ne divelish thoughts dismay thy constant spright. In heavenly mercies hast thou not a part? Why shouldst thou then despeire, that chosen art?
Página xxviii - Queene to assygne her some one of her knights to take on him that exployt. Presently that clownish person, upstarting, desired that adventure : whereat the Queene much wondering, and the Lady much gainesaying, yet he earnestly importuned his desire.
Página 8 - Her vomit full of bookes and papers was, With loathly frogs and toades, which eyes did lacke, And creeping sought way in the weedy gras: Her filthy parbreake all the place defiled has.
Página xxv - The generall end therefore of all the booke is to fashion a gentleman or noble person in vertuous and gentle discipline : Which for that I conceived shoulde be most plausible and pleasing, being coloured with an historicall fiction, the which the most part of men delight to read, rather for variety of matter then for profite of the ensample...
Página 168 - Abhorred Styx, the flood of deadly hate; Sad Acheron, of sorrow, black and deep; Cocytus, named of lamentation loud Heard on the rueful stream; fierce Phlegethon, Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage.
Página 3 - 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 jolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt, As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.