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. 1822 Excerpt: ...Now to Pyrochles many strokes he told; Eft to Cymochles twise so many fold; Then, backe againe turning his busie hond, Them both attonce compeld with courage bold To yield wide way to his hart-thrilling brond; And though they both stood stiffe, yet could not both withstond. XLII. As salvage bull, whom two fierce ...
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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. 1822 Excerpt: ...Now to Pyrochles many strokes he told; Eft to Cymochles twise so many fold; Then, backe againe turning his busie hond, Them both attonce compeld with courage bold To yield wide way to his hart-thrilling brond; And though they both stood stiffe, yet could not both withstond. XLII. As salvage bull, whom two fierce mastives bayt, When rancour doth with rage him once engore, Forgets with wary warde them to awayt, But with his dreadfull homes them drives afore, Or flings aloft, or treades downe in the flore, Breathing out wrath, and bellowing disdaine, That all the forest quakes to hear him rore; So rag'd Prince Arthur twixt his foemen twaine, That neither could his mightie puissaunce sustaine. XLIII. But ever at Pyrochles when he smitt, (Who Guyons shield cast ever him before, Whereon the Faery Queenes pourtract was writt, ) His hand relented and the stroke forbore, And his deare hart the picture gan adore; Which oft the Paynim sav'd from deadly stowre: But him henceforth the same can save no more; For now arrived is his fatall howre, That no'te avoyded be by earthly skill or powre. XLIV. For when Cymochles saw the fowle reproch, Which them appeached; prickt with guiltie shame And inward griefe, he fiercely gan approch, Resolv'd to put away that loathly blame, Or dye with honour and desert of fame; And on the haubergh stroke the Prince so sore, That quite disparted all the linked frame, And pierced to the skin, but bit no more; Yet made him twise to reele, that never moov'd afore. XLV. Whereat renfierst with wrath and sharp regret, He stroke so hugely with his borrowd blade. That it empierst the Pagans burganet; And, cleaving the hard steele, did deepe invade Into his head, and cruell passage made Quite through his brayne: He, tumbling downe on ground, Breath'd ...
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