Poem 94 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
NAthlesse the cruell boy not so content, would needs the fly pursue: And in his hand with heedlesse hardiment, him ...
Edmund Spenser Poems (171 Poems)
Poem 4 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
YE Nymphes of Mulla which with carefull heed, The siluer scaly trouts doe tend full well, and greedy pikes which ...
Sonnet LXXVI (Edmund Spenser Poems)
FAyre bosome fraught with vertues richest tresure, The neast of loue, the lodging of delight: the bowre of blisse, the ...
Sonnet XXXIIII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Lyke as a ship that through the Ocean wyde, by conduct of some star doth make her way. whenas a ...
The Faerie Queene, Book VI, Canto X (Edmund Spenser Poems)
THE SIXTE BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENE Contayning THE LEGEND OF S. CALIDORE OR OF COURTESIECANTO X Calidore sees the ...
Sonnet LIX (Edmund Spenser Poems)
THrise happie she, that is so well assured Vnto her selfe and setled so in hart: that nether will for ...
Poem 95 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
VNto his mother straight he weeping came, and of his griefe complayned: Who could not chose but laugh at his ...
Poem 90 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
IN youth before I waxed old. The blynd boy Venus baby, For want of cunning made me bold, In bitter ...
Poem 23 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
And ye high heauens, the temple of the gods, In which a thousand torches flaming bright Doe burne, that to ...
Sonnet XIIII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
REtourne agayne my forces late dismayd, Vnto the siege by you abandon'd quite, great shame it is to leaue like ...
Sonnet XXIII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Penelope for her Vlisses sake, Deuiz'd a Web her wooers to deceaue: in which the worke that she all day ...
Sonnet 30 (Fire And Ice) (Edmund Spenser Poems)
My love is like to ice, and I to fire: how comes it then that this her cold so great ...
Amoretti LXVII: Like as a Huntsman (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Like as a huntsman after weary chase, Seeing the game from him escap'd away, Sits down to rest him in ...
Prothalamion (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play A gentle spirit, that lightly did ...
Ruins of Rome, by Bellay (Edmund Spenser Poems)
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
Poem 24 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
SOng made in lieu of many ornaments, With which my loue should duly haue bene dect, Which cutting off through ...
Sonnet LXV (Edmund Spenser Poems)
THe doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre loue, is vaine That fondly feare to loose your liberty, when loosing one, two ...
Sonnet LII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
SO oft as homeward I from her depart, I goe lyke one that hauing lost the field: is prisoner led ...
Sonnet XXII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
THis holy season fit to fast and pray, Men to deuotion ought to be inclynd: therefore, I lykewise on so ...
Poem 21 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
WHo is the same, which at my window peepes? Or whose is that faire face, that shines so bright, Is ...
Sonnet LXXXVI (Edmund Spenser Poems)
VEnemous toung tipt with vile adders sting, Of that selfe kynd with which the Furies tell theyr snaky heads doe ...
Sonnet 75 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Agayne I wrote ...
Amoretti LXXIX: Men Call you Fair (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Men call you fair, and you do credit it, For that your self ye daily such do see: But the ...
Amoretti III: The Sovereign Beauty (Edmund Spenser Poems)
The sovereign beauty which I do admire, Witness the world how worthy to be praised: The light whereof hath kindled ...
Astrophel (Edmund Spenser Poems)
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
Sonnet LXI (Edmund Spenser Poems)
THe glorious image of the makers beautie, My souerayne faynt, the Idoll of my thought, dare not henceforth aboue the ...
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 ...
Sonnet LXXI (Edmund Spenser Poems)
I Ioy to see how in your drawen work, Your selfe vnto the Bee ye doe compare; and me vnto ...
Sonnet XLII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
THe loue which me so cruelly tormenteth, So pleasing is in my extreamest paine: that all the more my sorrow ...
Sonnet LXXVII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne, a goodly table of pure yvory: all spred with iuncats, ...