. 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 . ling is low in a valley greene,Under of Rauran mofly whence the river Dse-t as iilver cleene,His tombling billowes rolls with gentle rore: There all my dayes he traind me up in vertuous lore. V. Thither the great magicien, Merlin^ came, As was his ufe, ofttimes to vifit me; For he had charge my difcipllne to frame, And Tutors nouriture to overfee. Him oft and of
. 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 . ling is low in a valley greene,Under of Rauran mofly whence the river Dse-t as iilver cleene,His tombling billowes rolls with gentle rore: There all my dayes he traind me up in vertuous lore. V. Thither the great magicien, Merlin^ came, As was his ufe, ofttimes to vifit me; For he had charge my difcipllne to frame, And Tutors nouriture to overfee. Him oft and oft I afkt in privdtie, Of what loines and what lignage I did fpring: Whole aunfwere bad me ftill afTured bee, That I was fonne and heire unto a king,As time in her juft terme the truth to light fhould bring. VI. Well worthy impe, faid then the Lady gent,And Pupill fit for fuch aTutours Vvhat adventure, or what high intentHath brought you hither into Faery land,Aread, Prince Arthur^ crowne of martiall hard it is, quoth he, to read arightThe courfe of heavenly caufe, or underftandThe fecret meaning of th eternall might, That rules mens wayes, and rules the thoughts of living wigfit. 6 VII. For. St ^Cn N ^^ \ 1; ^ ^ I Canto IX. The Faerie ^eene, 141 VII. For whither he, through fatall deepc forefight, Me hither Tent, for caufe to me iinghcft ; Or that frefli bleeding wound, which day and night Whilome doth rancle in my riven breft, With forced fury following his behefl:, Me hither brought by wayes yet never found ; You to have helpt I hold ray felfe yet bleft. Ah courteous knight, quoth fhe, what fecret woundCould ever find, to grieve the gentleft hart on ground ? Vlil. Deare Dame, quoth he, you fleeping fparkes awake, Which troubled once, into huge flames will grow, Ne ever will their fervent fury flake, Till living moyfture into fmoke do flow, And wafted life do lye in afhes low. Yet Athens fllence leflcneth not my Are, But told it flames, and hidden it does gl
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