Identifier: faeriequeenewith01spen (find matches)
Title: The faerie queene, with an exact collation of the two original editions, published by himself at London in quarto; the former containing the first three books printed in 1590, and the latter the six books in 1596
Year: 1751 (1750s)
Authors: Spenser, Edmund, 1552?-1599 Birch, Thomas, 1705-1766. Life of Mr. Edmund Spenser Kent, W., ill
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Publisher: London : Printed for J. Brindley and S. Wright
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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ie be you of that armorie.Wherein ye have great glory wonne this day.And proovd your ftrength on a ftrong enimie,Your firft adventure : many fuch I pray,. And henceforth ever wi(h, that like fucceed it may. XXVIII. Then mounted he upon his fteede againe, And with the lady backward fought to wend ; That path he kept, which beaten was moft plaine, Ne ever would to any by-way bend, But ftill did follow one unto the end. The which at laft out of the wood them brought. So forward on his way, with God to frend. He pafled forth, and new adventure fought; Long way he travelled, before he heard of ought. XXIX. At length they chaunft to meet upon the wayAn aged lire, in long blacke weedes yclad,His feete all bare, his beard all hoarie gray.And by his belt his booke he hanging had:Sober he feemde, and very fagely fad,And to the ground his eyes were lowly bent.Simple in fhew, and voyde of malice bad,And all the way he prayed, as he went. And often knockt his breft, as one that did repent. XXX. He
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5 4 1V / J Cant. I. the Faerie ^lueene, 13 XXX. He faire the knight faluted, louting low, Who faire him quited, as that courteous was:And after afked him, if he did knowOf ftraunge adventures, which abroad did pas.Ah my deare fonne, quoth he, how fhould, alas!Silly old man, that lives in hidden cell,Bidding his beades all day for his trefpas,Tydings of warre and worldly trouble tell ?With holy father fits not with fuch things to mell. XXXI.But if of daunger, which hereby doth dwell.And homebred evil ye defire to heare.Of a ftraunge man I can you tidings tell.That wafteth all this countrey farre and neare.Of fuch, faid he, I chiefly doe inquere.And fhall thee well rewarde to fhew the place,In which that wicked wight his dayes doth weare ;For to all knighthood it is foule difgrace.That fuch a curfed creature lives fo long a fpace. XXXII.Far hence, quoth he, in waftfuU wildernefleHis dwelling is, by which no living wightMay ever pafTe, but thorough great diftrefie.Now, faid the ladie, dr

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