... Love, which him at first Made of meere love, and after liked well, Seeing him lie like creature long accurst In that deep horor of despeyred hell, 130 Him, wretch, in doole* would let no lenger dwell, But cast** out of that bondage to redeeme, And pay the price, all@ were his debt extreeme. [* Doole, pain.] [** ... — The Poetical Works of Edmund Spenser, Volume 5 • Edmund Spenser Read full book for free!
... art thou? dead thy children? leaving thee to want and doole? Less thy misery than his is, who ... — Indian Poetry • Edwin Arnold Read full book for free!
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