Identifier: faeriequeene00spen (find matches)
Title: The Faerie queene:
Year: 1859 (1850s)
Authors: Spenser, Edmund, 1552?-1599
Subjects: Knights and knighthood Virtues
Publisher: New York. D. Appleton and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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ey, towards evening wandering every way To seeke for booty, came by fortune blynde Wrhereas this lady, like a sheepe astray, Now drowned in the depth of sleepe all fearlesse lay, Soone as they spide her, lord! what gladfull glee They made amongst themselves! but when her face Like the faire yvory shining they did see Each gan his fellow solace and embrace For ioy of such good hap by heavenly grace Then gan they to devize what course to take; Whether to slay her there upon the plfce, Or suffer her out of her sleepe to wake, And then her eate attonce, or many meales to make. The best advizement was, of bad, to let her Sleepe out her fill without encomberment ; For sleepe, they sayd, would make her battill better Then, when she wakt, they all gave one consent That, since by grace of God she there was sent. Unto their god they would her sacrifize, W^hose share, her guiltlcssc bloud they would present But of her dainty flesh they did devize To make a common feast, and feed with gurmandize.
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Then gan they to devize what course to take,Whether to slay her there upon the place,Or suffer her out of her sleepe to wake. Book VI. Canto VIIL Ver. 87. THE FAEEIE QITEENE. 729 So round about her they themselves did place Upon the grasse, and diversely dispose, As each thought best to spend the lingring space: Some with their eyes the daintest morsels chose; Some praise her paps; some praise her lips and nose; Some whet their knives, and strip their elboes bare; The priest himselfe a garland doth compose Of finest flowers, and with full busie care His bloudy vessels wash and holy fire prepare. The damzell Tralces; then all attonce upstart,And round about her flocke, like many flies.Whooping and hallowing on every part,As if they would have rent the brasen skies.Which when she sees with ghastly griefful eies.Her heart does quake, and deadly pallid hewBenumbes her cheeks: then out aloud she cries,Where none is nigh to heare, that will her rew.And rends her golden locks, and snowy bres

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