Selections from Spenser's The Faerie Queene: Ed., with Notes and an IntroductionLongmans, Green, and Company, 1921 - 179 páginas |
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Acrasia Æneid allegory Archimago armes batteill beast beauty behold blood brest brond CANTO chaunce chaunst corage cruell cursed Cymochles Dame dead deadly deare death devize doest doth Dragon dread dreadfull Dryope Duessa Edited EDMUND SPENSER Eftsoones Elfin knight eternall Faerie Queene faire faire Lady false fast fayre feare feeble feend fierce flowre fowle fownd Gabriel Harvey gentle Gloriana golden goodly grace griefe grone ground Guyon Gyaunt hand hart hath heaven hight Lady litle living wight Lord Mammon mightie mote never nigh nought Palmer poem powre pray Prince Pyrochles quoth rage Red Cross knight rude Satyres sayd seemd selfe sence shee shield sight Sir Huon soone sore sorrow Spenser stanza steed straunge stroke sweet thee Therewith thou tree trembling trew unto vaine vertue villein wandring wearie weene whenas wize wondrous wont wound wrath wyde yron
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