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Sir MARTYN, &c.
CANTO I.
The mirthfull bowres and flowery dales
Of Pleaſures faerie land,
Where Virtues budds are blighted as
By foul Enchanters wand.
I.
And, Fancy, to thy faerie bowre betake!
Even now, with balmie freſhneſſe, breathes the gale,
Dimpling with downy wing, the ſtilly lake;
Through the pale willows faultering whiſpers wake,
And Evening comes with locks bedropt with dew;
On Deſmonds[1] mouldering turrets ſlowly ſhake
The trembling rie-graſs and the hare-bell blue,
And ever and anon faire Mullas plaints renew.
- ↑ The caſtle of the earl of Deſmond, on the banks of the river Mulla in Ireland, was ſometime the reſidence of Spenſer, the place where he wrote the greateſt part of the Faerie Queene.
