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. ...
September: ?gloga Nona. Hobbinol & Diggon Dauie.Hobbinol.Diggon Dauie, I bidde her god day: Or Diggon her is, or I missaye. ...
Be it ryght or wrong, these men amongOn women do complayne;Affyrmynge this, how that it isA labour spent in vayneTo ...
July: ?gloga Septima. Thomalin & Morrell.Thomalin.IS not thilke same a goteheard prowde, that sittes on yonder bancke, Whose straying heard ...
Father and mother, authors of my birth, Ye dwell in bliss; your son on sinful earth. Hail, happy pair, who ...
August: ?gloga Octaua. Willye. Perigot. Cuddie.Willye.Ell me Perigot, what shalbe the game, Wherefore with myne thou dare thy musick matche? ...
The Moutaines hie the blustryng wids The fluds: ye Rocks wtstadThe Cities strong, the Canons shot, & threatning Cheiftains had.The ...
Januarie: ?gloga Prime. Colin Cloute.A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,All in a ...
TO ROBERT PAYNE and MAJOR J. C. FULTON, Columbus, Ohio. When de sno' it am er fallin', Winds er whizzin' ...
Go forthe lytell quayre with full due reuerenceUnto the prynces of beauty souerayneAnd the humbly submyt vnto her magnyfycenceRequyrynge her ...
Go forth lytell boke, and do thy selfe presentUnto my yonge ladyes, & maydes of eche a statePrayenge them with ...
In speaking of the herd the behavior of elephants the coming together a moment of stillness not merely of their ...
So much of our faith that which is eternal the dogma we believe without a certain creed Something inside something ...
Our bodies still breathing slowing entering into true worship silent prayers to God A moment of silence not a sound ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
What Angel stirrs this happy Well, Some Muse from thence come shew't me, One of those naked Graces tell That ...
As I out of a casement sent Mine eyes as wand'ring as my thought, Upon no certayne object bent, But ...
Is Death so cunning now that all her blowe Aymes at the heade? Doth now her wary Bowe Make surer ...
OCTOBER: Ægloga DecimaPIERCE & CUDDIE Cuddie, for shame hold up thy heavye head, And let us cast with what delight ...
APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ...
MY hungry eyes, through greedy couetize, Still to behold the obiect of theyr payne: with no contentment can themselues suffize, ...
TRust not the treason of those smyling lookes, vntill ye haue theyr guylefull traynes well tryde: for they are lyke ...
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