Sunday, August 3, 2014


So downe he fell, and forth his life did breath,
   That vanisht into smoke and cloudes swift;
   So downe he fell, that th'earth him vnderneath
   Did grone, as feeble so great load to lift;
   So downe he fell, as an huge rockie clift,
   Whose false foundation waues haue washt away,
   With dreadfull poyse is from the mayneland rift,
   And rolling downe, great Neptune doth dismay;
So downe he fell, and like an heaped mountaine lay.

     Edmund Spenser, The faerie queene I.xi.54, of the dragon slain by the Redcrosse Knight Georgos (I.10.66), St. George of England.

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