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 ...
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie.Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. ...
Trembling Creation's omnipresent sun,Immanent Harmonist, Whose rhythms run.Alike where midge pursues his swift romance,Or grave stars cluster for their midnight ...
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspireInto my feeble breast, too full of ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
I.In ev'ry Town, where Thamis rolls his Tyde,A narrow pass there is, with Houses low;Where ever and anon, the Stream ...
SING lullaby, as women do, Wherewith they bring their babes to rest; And lullaby can I sing too, ...
I. Birds find their longings in the eaves; Bats have their homes in sewer and drain; Torpid, beneath the last ...
My Master Bukton, when of Christ our KingWas asked, What is truth or soothfastness?He not a word answer'd to that ...
To thee thou winged God, what ere thou bee (A god thou art) we sheepheards fruits do bringLet Daphnis and ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
OCTOBER: Ægloga DecimaPIERCE & CUDDIE Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head, And let us cast with what delight ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
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