Friday, January 14, 2011

The Love of My Life (well, one of them...)



A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine,

Y cladd in mightie armes and siluer shielde,

Wherein old dints of deepe wounds did remaine

The cruell markes of many a bloudy fielde;


Yet armes till that time did he neuer wield:


His angry steede did chide his foming bitt,


As much disdayning to the curbe to yield:


Full iolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt,


As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt.




But on his brest a bloudie Crosse he bore,


The deare remembrance of his dying Lord,


For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore,


And dead as liuing euer him ador'd:


Vpon his shield the like was also scor'd,


For soueraine hope, which in his helpe he had:


Right faithfull true he was in deed and word,


But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad,


Yet nothing did he dread, but euer was ydrad.




--The Fairie Queene, Book 1, Canto 1: 1-2

3 comments:

Everyone's Favorite Composer said...

That's great and all but I'm afraid I wasn't able to follow that very much...

Lainie said...

Why did you not show them a picture of the book? It's very impressive.

EFC... if you read it out loud it is more understandable. And it's worth the effort, I think, especially this part :

But on his breast, a bloody Cross he bore,
The dear remembrance of his dying Lord,
For whose sweet sake, that glorious badge he wore,
And dead as living ever him adored.

Miss Pickwickian said...

I tagged you! http://theerraticmuse.blogspot.com/2011/01/five-for-five.html