The Complete Works in Verse and Prose: Faerie queeneSpenser society, 1882 |
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Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 162 - 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 20 - A little lowly Hermitage it was, Downe in a dale, hard by a forests side, Far from resort of people, that did pas In...
Pàgina 253 - 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 46 - ' his princely puissance doth abate, And mightie proud to humble weake does yield, Forgetfull of the hungry rage, which late Him prickt, in pittie of my sad estate : But he, my Lyon, and my noble Lord, How does he find in cruell hart to hate Her, that him lov'd, and ever most adord As the God of my life ? why hath he me abhord ? " Redounding teares did choke th...
Pàgina 18 - At length they chaunst to meet upon the way An aged Sire, in long blacke weedes yclad, His feete all bare, his beard all hoarie gray, And by his belt his booke he hanging had...
Pàgina 286 - 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 46 - In stead thereof he kist her wearie feet, And lickt her lilly hands with fawning tong, As he her wronged innocence did weet.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 13 - 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.