mmoded
grisly > horrible, fearsome

212.36

Euen all the nation of vnfortunate
2 And fatall birds about them flocked were,
Such as by nature men abhorre and hate,
4 The ill-faste Owle, deaths dreadfull messengere,
The hoars Night-rauen, trump of dolefull drere,
6 The lether-winged Bat, dayes enimy,
The ruefull Strich, still waiting on the bere,
8 The Whistler shrill, that who so heares, doth dy,
The hellish Harpies, prophets of sad destiny.

1 Even all the nation of unfortunate

nation > class, race
unfortunate > inauspicious, ominous

2 And fatal birds about them flocked were,

fatal > fateful, ominous; destructive, ruinous; gravely mischievous

3 Such as by nature men abhor and hate:
4 The ill-faced owl, death's dreadful messenger;

ill > evil
owl > (To the Romans, an omen of death: see _Met._ 10.453; see also
105.30:6-7, etc.)

5 The hoarse night-raven, trump of doleful drear;

night-raven > (An unspecified nocturnal bird, perhaps the nightjar
or the night-heron. See _SC_, "June", 23 and gloss)
trump > proclaimer, herald
drear > sorrow, grief

6 The leather-winged bat, day's enemy;
7 The rueful strich, still waiting on the bier;

strich > screech-owl (see _Isa._ 34.15; this bird is usually
identified as either the tawny owl, _Strix aluco_, or the barn
owl, _Tyto alba_)
still > continually; yet
waiting on > attending; waiting [sitting] on

8 The whistler shrill, that whoso hears does die;

whistler > (Probably the whimbrel, _Numenius phaeopus_, whose cry,
consisting nominally of seven notes, was said to portend the
hearer's death)
whoso > whoever

9 The hellish harpies, prophets of sad destiny.

harpies > (Vultures with the head and breasts of a woman; associated
with greed. See 207.23:7, _Aen._ 3.219 ff.)
prophets > (Celeno, leader of the harpies, prophesies a grim future
to Aeneas at _Aen._ 3.225-62)

212.37

All those, and all that else does horrour breed,
2 About them flew, and fild their sayles with feare:
Yet stayd they not, but forward did proceed,
4 Whiles th'one did row, and th'other stifly steare;
Till that at last the weather gan to cleare,
6 And the faire land it selfe did plainly show.
Said then the Palmer, Lo where does appeare
8 The sacred soile, where all our perils grow;
Therefore, Sir knight, your ready armes about you throw.

1 All those, and all that else does horror b