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

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www.TaleBooks.comYet is she now in more perplexitie,Left in the hand of the same Paynim bold,From whom her booteth not at all to flie:Who, <strong>by</strong> her cleanly garment catching hold,Her from her Palfrey pluckt, her visage to behold.XLI. But her fiers servant, full of kingly awAnd high disdaine, whenas his soveraine DameSo rudely handled <strong>by</strong> her foe he saw,With gaping jawes full gr<strong>ee</strong>dy at him came,And, ramping on his shield, did w<strong>ee</strong>ne the sameHave reft away with his sharp rending clawes:But he was stout, and lust did now inflameHis corage more, that from his griping pawesHe hath his shield red<strong>ee</strong>med, and forth his swerd hedrawes.XLII. O! then, too weake and f<strong>ee</strong>ble was the forseOf salvage beast his puissance to withstand;For he was strong, and of so mightie corse,As ever wielded speare in warlike hand,And feates of armes did wisely understand.Eft soones he perced through his chaufed chestWith thrilling point of deadly yron brand,And launcht his Lordly hart: with death opprestHe ror'd aloud, whiles life forsooke his stubborne brest.XLIII. Who now is left to k<strong>ee</strong>pe the forlorne maidFrom raging spoile of lawlesse victors will?Her faithfull gard remov'd, her hope dismaid,Her selfe a yielded pray to save or spill:He now, Lord of the field, his pride to fill,With foule reproches and disdaineful spightHer vildly entertaines; and, will or nill,Beares her away upon his courser light:Her prayers nought prevaile, his rage is more of might.XLIV. And all the way, with great lamenting paine,And piteous plaintes, she filleth his dull eares,That stony hart could riven have in twaine;And all the way she wetts with flowing teares;But he, enrag'd with rancor, nothing heares.Her servile beast yet would not leave her so,But followes her far off, ne ought he fearesTo be partaker of her wondring woe;More mild in beastly kind then that her beastly foe.FIRST_BOOKE|CAN<strong>TO</strong>_IVCAN<strong>TO</strong> IVTo sinfull hous of Pryde DuessaGuydes the faithfull knight;Where, brothers death to wreak, SansjoyDoth chaleng him to fight.Page 40 , Faerie Qu<strong>ee</strong>ne, <strong>The</strong> - <strong>Edmund</strong> <strong>Spenser</strong>

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