Spenser's Faerie Queene Volume 1

Spenser's Faerie Queene Volume 1

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1758 edition. Excerpt: ...I burne, then lowd he cryde, O how I burne with implacable fyre! Yet nought can quench mine inly flaming syde, Nor sea of licour cold, nor lake of myre, Nothing but death can doe me to respyre. Aij be it, said he, from Pyrochles Jarre After purfewing death once to requyre, Or think, that ought those puissant hands may marre. Death is for wretches borne ujider unhappy Jlarre. XLV. Perdye, then is it fitt for me, said he, 'That am, Iweene, mojl wretched man. alive; Burning in flames, yet no flames can Iseet And dying dayly, dayly yet revive. O Atin, helpe to me lafl death to give. The varlet at his plaint was grievd so sore, That his deepe-wounded hart in two did rive; And his owne health remembring now no more, Did follow that ensample which he blam'd afore. XLVI. Into the lake he lept his lord to ayd, (So love the dread of daunger doth despise) And of him catching hold, him strongly stayd From drowning: but more happy he then wise Of that seas nature did him not avife: The waves thereof so flow and sluggish were, Engrost with mud which did them fowle agrise; That every weighty thing they did upbeare, Ne ought mote ever finck downe to the bottom there. XLVII. Whyles thus they strugled in that Ydle wave, And strove in vaine, the one himselfe to drowne, The other both from drowning for to save; Lo, to that shore one in an auncient gowne, Whose hoary locks great gravitie did crowne, Holding in hand a goodly arming sword, By fortune came, ledd with the troublous fowne: Where drenched deepe he fownd in that dull ford The carefull servaunt stryving with his raging lord. XLVIII. Him Atin spying knew right well of yore, And lowdly cald, Help, helpe, o Archimage, To save my lord in wretched plight for lore; Helpe with thy hand or with thy counsellsage: ...show more

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  • Paperback | 306 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 16mm | 549g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236605896
  • 9781236605894