Spenser's The Faerie Queene, Book I eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 285 pages of information about Spenser's The Faerie Queene, Book I.

And after him the proud Duessa came
  High mounted on her many-headed beast;
  And every head with fyrie tongue did flame,
  And every head was crowned on his creast,
  And bloody mouthed with late cruell feast.[*] 50
  That when the knight beheld, his mightie shild
  Upon his manly arme he soone addrest,
  And at him fiercely flew, with courage fild,
And eger greedinesse through every member thrild.


Therewith the Gyant buckled him to fight, 55
  Inflam’d with scornefull wrath and high disdaine,
  And lifting up his dreadfull club on hight,
  All arm’d with ragged snubbes and knottie graine,
  Him thought at first encounter to have slaine. 
  But wise and wary was that noble Pere, 60
  And lightly leaping from so monstrous maine,
  Did faire avoide the violence him nere;
It booted nought to thinke such thunderbolts to beare.


Ne shame he thought to shunne so hideous might: 
  The idle stroke, enforcing furious way, 65
  Missing the marke of his misaymed sight
  Did fall to ground, and with his heavie sway
  So deepely dinted in the driven clay,
  That three yardes deepe a furrow up did throw: 
  The sad earth wounded with so sore assay, 70
  Did grone full grievous underneath the blow,
And trembling with strange feare, did like an earthquake show.


As when almightie Jove, in wrathfull mood,[*]
  To wreake the guilt of mortall sins is bent,
  Hurles forth his thundring dart with deadly food, 75
  Enrold in flames, and smouldring dreriment,
  Through riven cloudes and molten firmament;
  The fierce threeforked engin making way
  Both loftie towres and highest trees hath rent,
  And all that might his angry passage stay, 80
And shooting in the earth, casts up a mount of clay.


His boystrous club, so buried in the ground,
  He could not rearen up againe so light,
  But that the knight him at avantage found,
  And whiles he strove his combred clubbe to quight 85
  Out of the earth, with blade all burning bright
  He smote off his left arme, which like a blocke
  Did fall to ground, depriv’d of native might;
  Large streames of bloud out of the truncked stocke
Forth gushed, like fresh water streame from riven rocke. 90


Dismayed with so desperate deadly wound,
  And eke impatient of unwonted paine,
  He lowdly brayd with beastly yelling sound,
  That all the fields rebellowed againe;
  As great a noyse, as when in Cymbrian plaine[*] 95
  An heard of Bulles, whom kindly rage[*] doth sting,
  Do for the milkie mothers want complaine,
  And fill the fields with troublous bellowing,
The neighbour woods around with hollow murmur ring.

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