Versos English Edmund Spenser Xviii

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Xviii

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His tayle was stretched out in wondrous length, That to the house of heavenly gods it raught,° And with extorted powre, and borrow'd strength, The ever-burning lamps from thence it braught, And prowdly threw to ground, as things of naught; And underneath his filthy feet did tread The sacred things, and holy heasts foretaught.° Upon this dreadfull Beast with sevenfold head He sett the false Duessa, for more aw and dread.