Edmund Spenser Poems (171 Poems)
The Shepheardes Calender: Februarie (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT. CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene cold blowes throug my beaten hyde, All as I were through the body gryde. My ragged rontes all shiver … Continue reading
The Shepheardes Calender: September (Edmund Spenser Poems)
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie. Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. Diggon.Her was her, while it was daye light, But nowe her is a most wretched wight. For day, that … Continue reading
An Hymne In Honour Of Beautie (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspireInto my feeble breast, too full of thee?Whylest seeking to aslake thy raging fyre,Thou in me kindlest much more great desyre,And up aloft above my strength doth … Continue reading
An Hymne of Heavenly Love (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wingsFrom this base world unto thy heavens hight,Where I may see those admirable thingsWhich there thou workest by thy soveraine might,Farre above feeble reach of earthly sight,That I thereof an heavenly hymne may … Continue reading
An Hymne Of Heavenly Beautie (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish’d thought,Through contemplation of those goodly sights,And glorious images in heaven wrought,Whose wondrous beauty, breathing sweet delightsDo kindle love in high-conceited sprights;I fain to tell the things that I behold,But feel my wits … Continue reading
An Hymne In Honour Of Love (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powrePerforce subdude my poor captived hart,And raging now therein with restlesse stowre,Doest tyrannize in everie weaker part,Faine would I seeke to ease my bitter smartBy any service I might do to thee,Or … Continue reading
The Shepheardes Calender: May (Edmund Spenser Poems)
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.IS not thilke the mery moneth of May, When loue lads masken in fresh aray? How falles it then, we no merrier bene, Ylike as others, girt in gawdy greene? Our bloncket liueryes bene … Continue reading
The Shepheardes Calender: December (Edmund Spenser Poems)
December: ?gloga Duodecima. He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, which wel could pype and singe, For he of Tityrus his songs did lere. There as he satte in … Continue reading
The Shepheardes Calender: July (Edmund Spenser Poems)
July: ?gloga Septima. Thomalin & Morrell. Thomalin.IS not thilke same a goteheard prowde, that sittes on yonder bancke, Whose straying heard them selfe doth shrowde emong the bushes rancke? Morrell.What ho, thou iollye shepheards swayne, come vp the hill … Continue reading
The Shepheardes Calender: August (Edmund Spenser Poems)
August: ?gloga Octaua. Willye. Perigot. Cuddie. Willye.Ell me Perigot, what shalbe the game, Wherefore with myne thou dare thy musick matche? Or bene thy Bagpypes renne farre out of frame? Or hath the Crampe thy ioynts benomd with ache? Perigot.Ah … Continue reading
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