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

www.TaleBooks.comIn yvory sheath, ycarv'd with curious slights,Whose hilts were burnisht gold, and handle strongOf mother perle; and buckled with a golden tong.XXXI. His haughtie Helmet, horrid all with gold,Both glorious brightnesse and great terrour bredd:For all the crest a Dragon did enfoldWith greedie pawes, and over all did spreddHis golden winges: his dreadfull hideous hedd,Close couched on the bever, seemd to throwFrom flaming mouth bright sparckles fiery redd,That suddeine horrour to faint hartes did show;And scaly tayle was stretcht adowne his back full low.XXXII. Upon the top of all his loftie crest,A bounch of heares discoloured diversly,With sprincled pearle and gold full richly drest,Did shake, and seemd to daunce for jollity,Like to an almond tree ymounted hyeOn top of greene Selinis all alone,With blossoms brave bedecked daintily;Whose tender locks do tremble every oneAt everie little breath that under heaven is blowne.XXXIII. His warlike shield all closely cover'd was,Ne might of mortall eye be ever seene;Not made of steele, nor of enduring bras,Such earthly mettals soon consumed beene,But all of Diamond perfect pure and cleeneIt framed was, one massy entire mould,Hewen out of Adamant rocke with engines keene,That point of speare it never percen could,Ne dint of direfull sword divide the substance would.XXXIV. The same to wight he never wont disclose,But whenas monsters huge he would dismay,Or daunt unequall armies of his foes,Or when the flying heavens he would affray;For so exceeding shone his glistring ray,That Phoebus golden face it did attaint,As when a cloud his beames doth over-lay;And silver Cynthia wexed pale and faynt,As when her face is staynd with magicke arts constraint.XXXV. No magicke arts hereof had any might,Nor bloody wordes of bold Enchaunters call;But all that was not such as seemd in sightBefore that shield did fade, and suddeine fall:And when him list the raskall routes appall,Men into stones therewith he could transmew,And stones to dust, and dust to nought at all;And, when him list the prouder lookes subdew,He would them gazing blind, or turne to other hew.XXXVI. Ne let it seeme that credence this exceedes;Page 75 , Faerie Queene, The - Edmund Spenser