THE FAERIE QUEENE by Edmund Spenser TO The ... - Planet.ee

www.TaleBooks.comWhose carkases, for terrour of his name,Of fowles and beastes he made the piteous prayes,And hong their conquered armes, for more defame,On gallow trees, in honour of his dearest Dame.XXVII. His dearest Dame is that Enchaunteresse,The vyle Acrasia, that with vaine delightes,And ydle pleasures in her Bowre of Blisse,Does charme her lovers, and the feeble sprightesCan call out of the bodies of fraile wightes;Whom then she does transforme to monstrous hewes,And horribly misshapes with ugly sightes,Captiv'd eternally in yron mewesAnd darksom dens, where Titan his face never shewes.XXVIII. There Atin fownd Cymochles sojourning,To serve his Lemans love: for he by kyndWas given all to lust and loose living,When ever his fiers handes he free mote fynd:And now he has pourd out his ydle myndIn daintie delices, and lavish joyes,Having his warlike weapons cast behynd,And flowes in pleasures and vaine pleasing toyes,Mingled emongst loose Ladies and lascivious boyes.XXIX. And over him art, stryving to compayreWith nature, did an Arber greene dispred,Framed of wanton Yvie, flouring fayre,Through which the fragrant Eglantine did spredHis prickling armes, entrayld with roses red,Which daintie odours round about them threw:And all within with flowres was garnished,That, when myld Zephyrus emongst them blew,Did breath out bounteous smels, and painted colors shew.XXX. And fast beside there trickled softly downeA gentle streame, whose murmuring wave did playEmongst the pumy stones, and made a sowne,To lull him soft asleepe that by it lay:The wearie Traveiler, wandring that way,Therein did often quench his thristy heat,And then by it his wearie limbes display,Whiles creeping slomber made him to forgetHis former payne, and wypt away his toilsom sweat.XXXI. And on the other syde a pleasaunt groveWas shott up high, full of the stately treeThat dedicated is t' Olympick Jove,And to his sonne Alcides, whenas heeIn Nemus gayned goodly victoree:Therein the mery birdes of every sorteChaunted alowd their chearefull harmonee,And made emongst them selves a sweete consort,That quickned the dull spright with musicall comfort.Page 173 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser