The Faerie Queene is one of the longest, and by many accounts slowest, poems in the English language but it gets off to a vigorous start, with a clatter of hoofbeats, the glint of armor, and a shiver of unease: A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine,Ycladd in mightie armes and silver shield,Wherein old […]
Source : The Triumph of Mutabilitie
