"Behold I see the haven nigh at hand,
To which I meane my wearie course to bend;
Vere the maine shete, and beare up with the land,
The which afore is fayrly to be kend,
And seemeth safe from storms, that may offend;
There this fayre virgin wearie of her way
Must landed bee, now at her journeyes end:
There eke my feeble barke a while may stay,
Till mery wynd and weather call her thence away."
From Edmund Spencer's The Faerie Queene, Book I, Canto 12, Stanza 1
Friday, October 18, 2013
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
-
I've recently received word from Taylor & Frances Online that a book review I wrote was published in the Journal of Religious and Th...
-
In this fictional defense speech, Isocrates pattern what he says after Socrates’ own defense speech when he, Socrates, was accused of corru...
-
The New Colossus By Emma Lazarus, circa 1880 (A part of this poem is inscribed on a plaque at the base of the Statue of Liberty:) Not l...
