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There they do finde that godly aged Sire,
With snowy lockes adowne his shoulders shed, 425
As hoarie frost with doth attire
The mossy braunches of an Oke halfe ded.
There they do finde that godly aged Sire,
With snowy lockes adowne his shoulders shed, 425
As hoarie frost with doth attire
The mossy braunches of an Oke halfe ded.
Spenser - Faerie Queene - 1
