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Updated: May 16, 2025
And, as if to dismiss the subject, Peter got up from his basket and resumed his sawing. "I wish her beauty That owes not all its duty To gaudy tire, or glist'ring shoe-tie." The eighteenth of September dawned at last. The sun shone in at Marjory's window, waking her to her birthday, as if impatient for her to begin this new year of her life.
We do not need a scarred and hirsute veteran; but we need, at least, a personage capable of wielding the sword, a figure something like this: His starry helm unbuckled show'd his prime In manhood where youth ended; by his side As in a glist'ring zodiac hung the sword, Satan's dire dread, and in his hand the spear. . . . There! That is an archangel of the right kind.
"At last the golden orientall gate Of greatest heaven gan to open fayre, And Phoebus fresh, as brydegrome to his mate, Came dauncing forth, shaking his deawie hayre, And hurl'd his glist'ring beams through gloomy ayre: Which when the wakeful elfe perceived, streightway He started up, and did him selfe prepayre In sun-bright armes and battailous array; For with that pagan proud he combat will that day."
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