FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91  
92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   >>   >|  
that pitties all this while 160 His mournefull plight, is swallowed up unawares, Forgetfull of his owne, that mindes anothers cares. XIX So wept Duessa untill eventide, That shyning lampes in Joves high house were light: Then forth she rose, ne lenger would abide, 165 But comes unto the place, where th' Hethen knight In slombring swownd nigh voyd of vitall spright, Lay cover'd with inchaunted cloud all day: Whom when she found, as she him left in plight, To wayle his woefull case she would not stay, 170 But to the easterne coast of heaven makes speedy way. XX Where griesly Night,[*] with visage deadly sad, That Phoebus chearefull face durst never vew, And in a foule blacke pitchie mantle clad, She findes forth comming from her darkesome mew, 175 Where she all day did hide her hated hew. Before the dore her yron charet stood, Alreadie harnessed for journey new; And coleblacke steedes yborne of hellish brood, That on their rustie bits did champ, as they were wood. 180 XXI Who when she saw Duessa sunny bright, Adornd with gold and jewels shining cleare, She greatly grew amazed at the sight, And th' unacquainted light began to feare: For never did such brightnesse there appeare, 185 And would have backe retyred to her cave, Until the witches speech she gan to heare, Saying, Yet, O thou dreaded Dame, I crave Abide, till I have told the message which I have. XXII She stayd, and foorth Duessa gan proceede 190 O thou most auncient Grandmother of all, More old then Jove, whom thou at first didst breede, Or that great house of Gods caelestiall, Which wast begot in Daemogorgons hall, And sawst the secrets of the world unmade, 195 Why suffredst thou thy Nephewes deare to fall With Elfin sword, most shamefully betrade? Lo where the stout Sansjoy doth sleepe in deadly shade. XXIII And him before, I saw with bitter eyes The bold Sansfoy shrinke underneath his speare; 200 And now the pray of fowles in field he lyes, Nor wayld of friends, nor layd on groning beare,[*] That whylome was to me too dearely deare. O what of Gods[*] then boots it to be borne, If old Aveugles
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   67   68   69   70   71   72   73   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91  
92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   >>   >|  



Top keywords:
Duessa
 

deadly

 

plight

 
auncient
 

Grandmother

 

foorth

 

proceede

 

Daemogorgons

 

caelestiall

 

message


breede

 
retyred
 

appeare

 
brightnesse
 
witches
 

mournefull

 

secrets

 

dreaded

 

swallowed

 

speech


Saying

 

friends

 

speare

 

fowles

 

groning

 
Aveugles
 

whylome

 

dearely

 

underneath

 

shrinke


shamefully

 

pitties

 
Nephewes
 

unacquainted

 

unmade

 

suffredst

 

betrade

 

bitter

 

Sansfoy

 

Sansjoy


sleepe
 
amazed
 

easterne

 

eventide

 

heaven

 
speedy
 

woefull

 
chearefull
 
Phoebus
 

griesly