The Complete Works in Verse and Prose of Edmund Spenser: The Faerie queene


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PÓgina 13 - 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.
PÓgina 9 - 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. Right faithfull true he was in deede and word, But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad; Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad.
PÓgina 325 - How they them selves doe thine ensample make, Whiles nothing envious nature them forth throwes Out of her fruitfull lap ; how no man knowes, They spring, they bud, they blossome fresh and faire, And decke the world with their rich pompous showes ; Yet no man for them taketh paines or care, Yet no man to them can his carefull paines compare.
PÓgina 15 - Now now Sir knight, shew what ye bee, Add faith unto your force, and be not faint: Strangle her, els she sure will strangle thee. That when he heard, in great perplexitie, His gall did grate for griefe and high disdaine, And knitting all his force got one hand free, Wherewith he grypt her gorge with so great paine, That soone to loose her wicked bands did her constraine.
PÓgina 11 - 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.
PÓgina 286 - In woods, in waves, in warres she wonts to dwell, And will be found with perill and with paine ; Ne can the man, that moulds in idle cell...
PÓgina 22 - And wakeful dogges before them farre doe lye, Watching to banish Care their enimy, Who oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe. By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly, And unto Morpheus comes, whom drowned deepe In drowsie fit he findes : of nothing he takes keepe.
PÓgina 15 - His grasping hold, and from her turne him backe: 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 filthie parbreake all the place defiled has.
PÓgina 320 - In joyous pleasure then in grievous paine : For sweetnesse doth allure the weaker sence So strongly, that uneathes it can refraine From that, which feeble nature covets faine : But griefe and wrath, that be her enemies, And foes of life, she better can restraine : Yet Vertue vauntes in both her victories; And Guyon in them all shewes goodly maisteries.
PÓgina 12 - 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...

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