The Faerie Queene: Disposed Into Twelve Books Fashioning Twelve Moral Vertues, Volume 2

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J.M. Dent, 1926

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Página 448 - July boyling like to fire, That all his garments he had cast away. Upon a Lyon raging yet with ire He boldly rode, and made him to obay : It was the beast that whylome did forray The Nemaean forrest, till th' Amphytrionide Him slew, and with his hide did him array. Behinde his back a sithe, and by his side Under his belt he bore a sickle circling wide.
Página 290 - THE waies, through which my weary steps I guyde In this delightfull land of Faery, Are so exceeding spacious and wyde, And sprinckled with such sweet variety Of all that pleasant is to eare or eye, That I, nigh ravisht with rare thoughts...
Página 247 - All over her a cloth of state was spred, Not of rich tissew, nor of cloth of gold, Nor of ought else that may be richest red, But like a cloud, as likest may be told, That her...
Página 102 - For naturall affection soone doth cesse, And quenched is with Cupids greater flame: But faithfull friendship doth them both suppresse, And them with maystring discipline doth tame, Through thoughts aspyring to eternall fame.
Página 117 - Fresh shadowes, fit to shroud from sunny ray ; Faire lawnds, to take the sunne in season dew ; Sweet springs, in which a thousand Nymphs did play; Soft rombling brookes, that gentle slomber drew...
Página 149 - So oft as I with state of present time The image of the antique world compare, When as mans age was in his freshest prime, And the first blossome of faire vertue bare; Such oddes I finde twixt those, and these which are, As that, through long continuance of his course, Me seemes the world is runne quite out of square From the first point of his appointed sourse; And being once amisse growes daily wourse and wourse: II.
Página 449 - Next was November; he full grosse and fat, As fed with lard, and that right well might seeme; For he had been a fatting hogs of late, That yet his browes with sweat did reek and steem, And yet the season was full sharp and breem;4 In planting eeke he took no small delight.
Página 123 - As if some blame of evill she did feare, That in her cheekes made roses oft appeare: And her against sweet Cherefulnesse was placed, Whose eyes, like twinkling stars in evening cleare, Were deckt with smyles that all sad humors chaced, And darted forth delights the which her goodly graced.
Página 416 - For all that hetherto hath long delayd This gentle knight from sewing his first quest, Though out of course, yet hath not bene missayd, To shew the courtesie by him profest Even unto the lowest and the least.

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