DESCRIPTION OF PRINCE ARTHUR. At last she chanced by good hap to meet A goodly knight, fair marching by the way, Together with his squire, arrayed meet: His glittering armour shined far away, Like glancing light of Phoebus' brightest ray; From top to toe no place appeared bare, That deadly dint of steel endanger may; Athwart his breast a baldrich brave he ware, That shined like twinkling stars, with stones most precious rare: And in the midst thereof one precious stone, Of wondrous worth, and eke of wondrous might, Shaped like a lady's head, exceeding shone, Like Hesperus, amongst the lesser lights, And strove for to amaze the weaker sights; Thereby his mortal blade full comely hung In ivory sheath, ycarved with curious slights; Whose hilts were burnished gold, and handle storng, Of mother-pearl, and buckled with a golden tongue. His haughty helmet, horrid all with gold, Both glorious brightness and great terror bred; For all the crest a dragon did enfold With greedy paws, and over all did spread His golden wings: his dreadful, hideous head, Close couched on the beaver, seemed to throw From flaming mouth bright sparkles, fiery red, That sudden horror to faint hearts did show; And scaly tail was stretched down his back full low. Upon the top of all his lofty crest, A bunch of hairs, discoloured diversely, With blossoms brave bedecked daintily: His warlike shield all closely covered was, Ne dint of direful sword divide the substance would. The same to wight he never would disclose, As when her face is stained with magic arts constraint. THE CAVE OF MERLIN. Forthwith themselves disguising, both in strange Of name, Cayr-Merdin called, they took their way: And if thou ever happen that same way For fear the cruel fiends should thee un'wares devour. 1 But standing high aloft, low lay thine ear, And there such ghastly noise of iron chains, And oftentimes great groans and grievous stounds, When too huge toil and labour them constrains And oftentimes loud strokes and ringing sounds, From under that deep rock most horribly rebounds. The cause, some say, is this: a little while Before that Merlin died, he did intend A brazen wall in compass to compile About Cairmardin, and did it commend, Unto these sprites to bring to perfect end; During which work the Lady of the Lake, Whom long he loved, for him in haste did send, Who thereby forced his workmen to forsake, Them bound till his return their labour not to slake, In the meantime, through that false lady's train, Nathless those fiends may not their work forbear, For he by words could call out of the sky That to this day for terror of his fame, The fiends do quake, when any him to them does name. Shakspeare. SOLITUDE. Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, |