This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 Excerpt: ...hardly could he come the carle to touch, But that he her must hurt, or hazard neare: Yet he his hand so carefully did beare, That at the last he did himselfe attaine, And therein left the pike-head of his speare. A streame of coleblacke bloud thence gusht amaine, That all her silken garments did with bloud bestaine. ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 Excerpt: ...hardly could he come the carle to touch, But that he her must hurt, or hazard neare: Yet he his hand so carefully did beare, That at the last he did himselfe attaine, And therein left the pike-head of his speare. A streame of coleblacke bloud thence gusht amaine, That all her silken garments did with bloud bestaine. XXVIII With that he threw her rudely on the flore, And laying both his hands upon his glave, With dreadfull strokes let drive at him so sore, That forst him Hie abacke, himselfe to save: Yet he therewith so felly still did rave, That scarse the Squire his hand could once upreare, But for advantage ground unto him gave, Tracing and traversing, now here, now there; For bootlesse thing it was to think such blowes to beare. XXIX Whitest thus in battell they embusied were, Belphebe raunging in her forrest wide, The hideous noise of their huge strokes did heare, And drew thereto, making her eare her guide. Whorri when that theefe approching nigh espide, With bow in hand, and arrowes ready bent, He by his former combate would not bide, But fled away with ghastly dreriment, Well knowing her to be his deaths sole instrument. XXX Whom seeing flie, she speedily poursewed With winged feete, as nimble as the winde, And ever in her bow she ready shewed The arrow to his deadly marke desynde: As when Latonaes daughter cruell kynde, In vengement of her mothers great disgrace, With fell despight her cruell arrowes tynde Gainst wofull Niobes unhappy race, That all the gods did mone her miserable case. XXXI So well she sped her and so far she ventred, That ere unto his hellish den he raught, Even as he ready was there to have entred, She sent an arrow forth with mighty draught, That in the very dore him overcaught, And in his nape arriving, through it thrild His gr...
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Add this copy of The Faerie Queene...Ed. From the Original Editions of to cart. $44.29, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2019 by Wentworth Press.
