. 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 . ameShe weend it was, and towards him gan ryde :Approaching nigh, ihe wift, it was the fame. And with faire fearful! humblefle towards him (he came : XXVII. And weeping faid, Ah I my long lacked Lord, Where have yc bene thus long out of my fight ?.Much feared I to have bene quite abhord,Or ought have done, that ye difpleafen might,That fliould as death unto my deare hart light;For
. 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 . ameShe weend it was, and towards him gan ryde :Approaching nigh, ihe wift, it was the fame. And with faire fearful! humblefle towards him (he came : XXVII. And weeping faid, Ah I my long lacked Lord, Where have yc bene thus long out of my fight ?.Much feared I to have bene quite abhord,Or ought have done, that ye difpleafen might,That fliould as death unto my deare hart light;For fmce mine eye your joyous iight did chearfull day is turnd to cheareleffe night,And eke my night of death the fhadow is; But welcome now my light, and fliining lampc of blis. XXVIII, He thereto meeting faid, My deareft Dame, Farre be it from your thought, and fro my thinke, that knighthood I fo much fhould fhame,As you to leave, that have me loved flill,And chofe in Faerie court of meere goodwill,Where nobleft knights were to be found on earth;The earth (hall fooner leave her kindly fkillTo bring forth fruit, and make eternall derth. Then I leave you, my liefe, yborn of heavenly berth. XXIX. And. I ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ I I ^ 1 1 Cant. III. the Faerie ^eene, 47 XXIX. And footh to fay, why I left you fo long Was for to feeke adventure in Ilrange Arch imago faid a felon ftrongTo many knights did daily worke difgrace ;But knight he now fhall never more deface :Good caufe of mine excufe, that mote ye pleafeWell to accept, and evermore embraceMy faithfull fervice, that by land and feasHave vowd you to defend; now then your plaint appeafe. lovely words her feemd due recompence Of all her pafTed paines : one loving howreFor many yeares of forrow can difpence :A dram of fweete is worth a pound of fowre :She has forgot, how many a woefull ftowreFor him fhe late endurd, fhe fpeakes no moreOf paft : true is, that true love hath no powreTo looken backe; his eyes be fi
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