The Complete Works in Verse and Prose of Edmund Spenser: The faerie queene, Bk. I-II, canto 6private circulation only, 1882 |
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Pàgina 15 - Dwarfe) this is no place for living men. 14 But, full of fire and greedy hardiment, The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide, But forth unto the darksome hole he went, And looked in: his glistring armor made A litle glooming light, much like a shade, By which he saw the ugly monster plaine, Halfe like a serpent horribly...
Pàgina 17 - 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.
Pàgina 164 - Disordred hong about his shoulders round, And hid his face; through which his hollow eyne Lookt deadly dull, and stared as astound; His raw-bone cheekes, through penurie and pine, Were shronke into his jawes, as he did never dine. 36 His garment, nought but many ragged clouts, With thornes together pind and patched was, The which his naked sides he wrapt abouts...
Pàgina 13 - 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.
Pàgina 288 - 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...
Pàgina 11 - 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.
Pàgina 322 - 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.
Pàgina 24 - 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.
Pàgina 13 - Whose loftie trees, yclad with sommers pride, Did spred so broad, that heavens light did hide, Not perceable with power of any starr : And all within were pathes and alleies wide, With footing worne, and leading inward farr. Faire harbour that them seems, so in they entred ar.
Pàgina 167 - Who then can strive with strong necessitie, That holds the world in his still chaunging state, Or shunne the death ordaynd by destinie ? When houre of death is come, let none aske whence, nor why.