Sonnet XXVII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
FAire proud now tell me why should faire be proud; Sith all worlds glorie is but drosse vncleane: and in ...
FAire proud now tell me why should faire be proud; Sith all worlds glorie is but drosse vncleane: and in ...
I Ioy to see how in your drawen work, Your selfe vnto the Bee ye doe compare; and me vnto ...
THe loue which me so cruelly tormenteth, So pleasing is in my extreamest paine: that all the more my sorrow ...
Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne, a goodly table of pure yvory: all spred with iuncats, ...
HOw long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure, And know no end of her owne mysery: but wast and weare ...
Of this worlds theatre in which we stay, My love like the spectator ydly sits Beholding me that all the ...
CANTO IIII To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy doth chalenge ...
COmming to kisse her lyps, (such grace I found) Me seemd I smelt a gardin of sweet flowres: that dainty ...
FRESH Spring, the herald of loves mighty king, In whose cote-armour richly are displayd All sorts of flowers, the which ...
VNquiet thought, whom at the first I bred, Of th'inward bale of my loue pined hart: and sithens haue with ...
BEing my selfe captyued here in care, My hart, whom none with seruile bands can tye: but the fayre tresses ...
NEw yeare forth looking out of Ianus gate, Doth seeme to promise hope of new delight: and bidding th'old Adieu, ...
See how the stubborne damzell doth depraue my simple meaning with disdaynfull scorne: and by the bay which I vnto ...
MOre then most faire, full of the liuing fire, Kindled aboue vnto the maker neere: no eies buy ioyes, in ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
Fair is my love, when her fair golden hears with the loose wind the waving chance to mark: fair when ...
Most glorious Lord of life! that on this day Didst make thy triumph over death and sin, And having harrowed ...
This holy season, fit to fast and pray, Men to devotion ought to be inclin'd: Therefore I likewise on so ...
WEake is th'assurance that weake flesh reposeth, In her owne powre and scorneth others ayde: that soonest fals when as ...
THe famous warriors of the anticke world, Vsed Trophees to erect in stately wize: in which they would the records ...
LEt not one sparke of filthy lustfull fyre breake out, that may her sacred peace molest: ne one light glance ...
THe weary yeare his race now hauing run, The new begins his compast course anew: with shew of morning mylde ...
AH when will this long vveary day haue end, and lende me leaue to come vnto my loue? Hovv slovvly ...
LOe where she comes along with portly pace, Lyke Phoebe from her chamber of the East, Arysing forth to run ...
SInce I did leaue the presence of my loue, Many long weary dayes I haue outworne: and many nights, that ...
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote ...
OCTOBER: Ægloga DecimaPIERCE & CUDDIE Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head, And let us cast with what delight ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
THe wanton boy was shortly wel recured, of that his malady: But he soone after fresh againe enured, his former ...
LEt no lamenting cryes, nor dolefull teares, Be heard all night within nor yet without: Ne let false whispers breeding ...
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