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for me it's the faerie queene
>At last the Paynim chaunst to cast his eye,
>His suddein eye, flaming with wrathful fyre,
>Upon his brothers shield, which hong thereby:
>Therewith redoubled was his raging yre,
>And said, Ah wretched sonne of wofull syre,
>Doest thou sit wayling by blacke Stygian lake,
>Whilest here thy shield is hangd for victors hyre,
>And sluggish german doest thy forces slake
>To after-send his foe, that him may overtake?

>Goe caytive Elfe, him quickly overtake,
>And soone redeeme from his long wandring woe;
>Goe guiltie ghost, to him my message make,
>That I his shield have quit from dying foe.
>Therewith upon his crest he stroke him so,
>That twise he reeled, readie twise to fall;
>End of the doubtfull battell deemed tho
>The lookers on, and lowd to him gan call
>The false Duessa, Thine the shield, and I, and all.

>Soone as the Faerie heard his Ladie speake,
>Out of his swowning dreame he gan awake,
>And quickning faith, that earst was woxen weake,
>The creeping deadly cold away did shake:
>Tho mov'd with wrath, and shame, and Ladies sake,
>Of all attonce he cast avengd to bee,
>And with so' exceeding furie at him strake,
>That forced him to stoupe upon his knee;
>Had he not stouped so, he should have cloven bee.

for me it's the faerie queene
At last the Paynim chaunst to cast his eye,
>His suddein eye, flaming with wrathful fyre,
>Upon his brothers shield, which hong thereby:
>Therewith redoubled was his raging yre,
>And said, Ah wretched sonne of wofull syre,
>Doest thou sit wayling by blacke Stygian lake,
>Whilest here thy shield is hangd for victors hyre,
>And sluggish german doest thy forces slake
>To after-send his foe, that him may overtake?

>Goe caytive Elfe, him quickly overtake,
>And soone redeeme from his long wandring woe;
>Goe guiltie ghost, to him my message make,
>That I his shield have quit from dying foe.
>Therewith upon his crest he stroke him so,
>That twise he reeled, readie twise to fall;
>End of the doubtfull battell deemed tho
>The lookers on, and lowd to him gan call
>The false Duessa, Thine the shield, and I, and all.

>Soone as the Faerie heard his Ladie speake,
>Out of his swowning dreame he gan awake,
>And quickning faith, that earst was woxen weake,
>The creeping deadly cold away did shake:
>Tho mov'd with wrath, and shame, and Ladies sake,
>Of all attonce he cast avengd to bee,
>And with so' exceeding furie at him strake,
>That forced him to stoupe upon his knee;
>Had he not stouped so, he should have cloven bee.

I can't ever chose if I want to write a fantasy light novel or a sinister gothic.

not sure if it counts as proper arthurian legend but the Faerie Queene is DEEPLY comfy. the early modern english is a bit daunting to some but you can get used to it in maybe 5 pages.

Fuck yeah brother. I found a badass place that does 50c-2$ books. I’ve gotten the entire rama series, anna karenina, confederacy of dunces, 20k leagues, Arabian nights, and a pocket dictionary for 15 bucks. I even enrolled to volunteer there to help alphabetize the lot. It’s massive and easily has 2 thousand books inside plus three shelves of free books out front. Best used book store I’ve ever seen. They even attempt to categorize by genre as well as type which compared to the other libraries which is a one size fits all fiction shitshow, it’s a blessing. Separate your scifi from your fiction section you fucktards.

If you’re talking within the past 10 years, board is about the same. Bait threads are more common and week days are succinct vs weekend cabbage.

Give them a Viking funeral and eulogize the work.

Invicta roma

So did Tolkien just steal from Wagner?
>A ring that grants dominion over the entire world
>"One ring to rule them all"
You must be kidding me