English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700; Knights and knighthood -- Poetry; Virtues -- Poetry
1 Therewith she began her passion to renew,
Therewith > With that; thereupon
2 And cry, and curse, and rail, and rend her hair,
rend > tear
3 Saying, that harlot she too lately knew,
too > [only too]
4 That caused her shed so many a bitter tear,
shed > [to shed]
5 And so forth told the story of her fear:
6 Much seemed he to moan her hapless chance,
moan > bewail, commiserate with
7 And after that lady did inquire;
8 Which being taught, he forward gan advance
gan > did
9 His fair enchanted steed, and eke his charmed lance.
eke > also
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Ere long he came, where _Vna_ traueild slow,
2 And that wilde Champion wayting her besyde:
Whom seeing such, for dread he durst not show
4 Himselfe too nigh at hand, but turned wyde
Vnto an hill; from whence when she him spyde,
6 By his like seeming shield, her knight by name
She weend it was, and towards him gan ryde:
8 Approching nigh, she wist it was the same,
And with faire fearefull humblesse towards him shee came.
1 Ere long he came where Una travelled slow
2 And that wild champion waiting her beside:
waiting her beside > [was] attending on her, keeping watch beside her
3 Whom seeing such, for dread he dared not show
seeing such > [seeing; seeing the lion for what he was]
4 Himself too nigh at hand, but turned wide
wide > aside
5 To a hill; from whence when she him spied,
6 By his like seeming shield, her knight by name
like seeming > similar
her knight by name > [her own knight; by name = particular]
7 She weened it was, and towards him gan ride:
weened > supposed, imagined
gan > did
8 Approaching nigh, she wist it was the same,
wist > believed
9 And with fair fearful humblesse towards him she came.
humblesse > humility, humbleness
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And weeping said, Ah my long lacked Lord,
2 Where haue ye bene thus long out of my sight?
Much feared I to haue bene quite abhord,
4 Or ought haue done, that ye displeasen might,
That should as death vnto my deare hart light:
6 For since mine eye your ioyous sight did mis,
My chearefull day is turnd to chearelesse night,
8 And eke my night of death the shadow is;
But welcome now my light, and shining lampe of blis.
1 And, weeping, said, "Ah, my long-lacked lord,
2 Where have you been thus long out of my sight?
3 Much feared I to have been quite abhorred,
4 Or aught have done, that you displease might,
aught > anything
5 That should as death to my dear heart light:
dear > fond; grievous, _hence:_ sad
light > strike; befall; alight
6 For since my eye your joyous sight did miss,
7 My cheerful day is turned to cheerless night,
8 And eke my night of death the shadow is;
eke > also, moreover, in addition
9 But welcome now, my light, and shining lamp of bliss!"
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