The Shepheardes Calender: March (Edmund Spenser Poems)
March: ?gloga Tertia. Willye & Thomalin.Willye.THomalin, why sytten we soe, As weren ouerwent with woe, Vpon so fayre a morow? ...
March: ?gloga Tertia. Willye & Thomalin.Willye.THomalin, why sytten we soe, As weren ouerwent with woe, Vpon so fayre a morow? ...
Being one day at my window all alone,So manie strange things happened me to see,As much it grieueth me to ...
As it fell out on a highe holye daye,As many bee in the yeare,When young men and maides together do ...
Sheepheards give eare, and now be stillUnto my passions, and their cause, and what ...
No more (o cruell Nimph,) now hast thou prayedEnough in thy revenge, proove not thine ireOn him that yeelds, the ...
Sel. I See thee jolly Sheepheard merrie, And firme thy faith, and sound as a berrie.Sil. ...
A Curious Knot God made in Paradise, And drew it out inamled neatly Fresh.It was the True-Love Knot, more ...
There was a youthe, and a well-beloved youthe,And he was a squires son;He loved the bayliffes daughter deare,That lived in ...
Prometheus when firste frome heaven hye He broughte downe fyre, 'ere then on earthe not seene,Fond of Delight, a Satyre ...
VVhile towards the North the King his course doth steare, I was neere ...
As I out of a casement sent Mine eyes as wand'ring as my thought, Upon no certayne object bent, But ...
Great Lady, Humble partners of like griefe In bringing Comfort may deserve beliefe, Because they Feele and Feyne not: Thus ...
CANTO IIII To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy doth chalenge ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe, My spirit, shaking off her earthly prison, Began to enter into ...
VNto his mother straight he weeping came, and of his griefe complayned: Who could not chose but laugh at his ...
When those renoumed noble Peres of Greece, thrugh stubborn pride amongst theselues did iar forgetfull of the famous golden fleece, ...
INnocent paper whom too cruell hand, Did make the matter to auenge her yre: and ere she could thy cause ...
SInce I did leaue the presence of my loue, Many long weary dayes I haue outworne: and many nights, that ...
If I could ever write a lasting verse, It should be laid, deare Sainte, upon thy herse. But Sorrow is ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
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