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ift, und deffen Unternehmungen dahin abzielen, die Osttin der Ehre, Gloriana, aufzusuchen und zu gewinnen. um dieses Gedicht zu studiren, und aus dein richtigen Gesichtspunkte seine Schönheiten sowohl, als seine Mängel, zu bes urtheilen, sind die Observations on the Fairy Queen of Spenser, by Tho. Warton sehr lehrreich, deren zweite , vers mehrte Ausgabe zu London, 1762, in zwei Oktavbånden, heraus kam. Es wird darin ziierft der Plan des Dichters, und dessen Behandlung entwickelt, dann von seinen Nachaha mungen alter Ritterroniane, von seinem Gebrauch und Mißs brauch der alten Geschichte und Fabellehre, von seinem Stanzenbau, seiner Versifikation und Sprache, feinen Nachs bildungen Chaucer's und Uriost's, gehandelt. Im zweiten Bande werden seine Nachl&ßigkeiten, die Nachahmungen seiner selbst, einige von Upton beurtheilte Stellen seines Ges dichts, rein allegorischer Charakter, und noch manche andre hicher gehörige Gegenstände mit tief eindringender Stritik geprüft.
FAIRY-QUEEN, B. I. Canto III.
Novour is there under Heav'n's wide hollow
That moves more dear Compassion of Mind,
Than Beauty brought t'unworthy Wretchedness
Through Envy's Snares or Fortune's Freaks un-
I, whether lately through her Brightness blind,
Or through Allegiance and fast Fealty,
Which I do owe unto all Woman - Kind,
Feel my Heart piered with so great Agony,
When luch I see, that all for pity I could die.
And now it is empassioned so deep,
For faireft U na's sake, of whom I fing,
That my frail Eyes these Lines with Tears do
To think how she through guileful handeling,
Though true as touch, though Daughter of a
Though fair as ever living Wight was fair,
Though nor in Word nor Deed ill meriting,
Is from her Knight divorced in Despair,
And her due Loves deriv'd to that vile Witch's
Yet she, most faithful Lady, all this while
Forlaken, woful, solitary Maid,
Far from all People's preis, as in exile,
In Wilderness and wastful Delerts stray'd,
To seek her Knight; who lubtilly betray'd,
Through that late Vision, which th' Enchaunter
Had her abandon'd. She of nought afraid,
Through Woods and Waftness wide him daily
Yet wished Tydings none of him unto her brought.
One day, nigh weary of the irksome way,
From her unhafty Beast she did alight
And on the Grais her dainty Limbs did lay
In secret Shadow; far from all Mens fight:
From her fair Head her Fillet she undight,
And laid her Stole aside. Her Angel's Face,
As the great Eye of Heaven shined bright,
And made a Sun-fhine in the shady place;
Did never mortal Eye behold such heavenly Grace.
It fortuned out of the thick est Wood
A ramping Lion rushed suddenly,
Hunting full greedy after salvage Blood.
Soon as the Royal Virgin he did spy,
With gaping Mouth at her ran greedily,
To have at once devour'd her tender Corse:
But to the Prey when as he drew more nigh,
His bloody Ruge assuaged with Remorse,
And with the fight amaz'd, forgat his furious force.
Instead thereof he kiss'd her weary Feet,
And lick'd her lilly Hands with fauning Tongue,
As he her wronged Innocence did weet.
o! how can Beauty master the most strong,
And fimple Truth subdue avenging Wrong!
Whose yielded Pride, and proud Submission,
Still dreading Death, when she had marked long,
Her Heart 'gan melt in great Compassion,
And drizling Tears did shed fore pure Affection.
The Lion, Lord of every Beast in Field,
Quoth she, his princely Puissance doth abate,
And mighty Proud to humble Weak does yield,
Forgetful of the hungry Rage, which late
Him prick'd, in pity of my lad Estate:
But he my Lion, and iny noble Lord,
How does he find in cruel Heart to hate
Her that him lov'd, and ever most ador'd
As the God of my Life? Why hath he me ab-
Redounding Tears did choke th' end of her
Which softly echoed from the neighbour Wood;
And fad to see her forrowful Constraint,
The kingly Beast upon her gazing stood';
With pity calm’d, down fell his angry Mood.
At last, in close Heart shutting up her Pain,
Arose the Virgin born of heavenly Brood,
And to her snowy Palfrey got again.,
To seek her strayed Champion, if she might attain.
The Lion would not leave her defolate,
But with her went along, as a strong guard
Of her chaste Person, and a faithful Mate
Of her fad Troubles and Misfortunes hard:
Still when she wak’d, he waited diligent,
With humble Service to her Will prepar'd:
From her fair Eyes he took Commandement
And ever by her Looks conceived her Intent.
Long she thus travelled through Delarts wide,
by which she thought her wandring Knight
Yet never shew of living Wight espy’d;
Till that at lenght she found the trodden Grass,
In which the Track of People's Footing was,
Under the steep foot of a Mountain hore:
The same she follows, till at last she has
A Damsel spy'd, flow footing her before,
That on her Shoulders fad a Pot of Water bore.
To whom approaching, she to her 'gan call,
To weet, if Dwelling -place were nigh at hand;
But the rude Wench her answer'd nought at all,
She could not hear, nor speak, nor understand;
Till seeing by her side the Lion stand,
With suddain fear her Pitcher down she threw,
And Aled away: For Dever in that Land
Face of fair Lady The before did view,
And that dread Lion's Look her cast in deadly hew.
Full fast she Aed, ne ever look'd behind,
As if her Life upon the Wager lay;
And home she came, wherea's her Mother blind
Sate in eternal Night: nought could the say;
Bud luddain catching hold, did her dismay
With quaking Hands, and other signs of Fear:
Who full of ghastly Fright and cold Affray,
'Gan shut the Door. By this arrived there
Dame Una, weary Dame, and entrance did requere.
Which when none yielded, her unruly Page
With his rude Claws the Wicket open rent,
And let her in; where of his cruel Rage
Nigh dead with Fear, and faint Astonishment,
She found them both in darksome Corner pent;
Where that old woman day and night did pray
Upon her Beads devoutly penitent;
Nine hundred Pater Nosters every day,
And thrice nine hundred Ave's she was wont to
And to augment her painful Penance more,
Thrice every Week in Ashes she did fit,
And next her wrinkled Skin rough Sackcloth
And thrice three times did fast from any bit;