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. ...
?neas read what Dido wrote, And sent her this replie;And sought to cure the curelesse wound,Which Dido made to die.When ...
Guy journeyes towards that sanctifyed groundWhereas the Jewes fayre citye sometime stood,Wherin our Saviours sacred head was crownd,And where for ...
God prosper long our noble king,Our liffes and safetyes all;A woefull hunting once there didIn Chevy-Chace befall.To drive the deere ...
IT was the time, when rest soft sliding downeFrom heauens hight into mens heauy eyes,In the forgetfulnes of sleepe doth ...
Farewell (sweet Cooke-ham) where I first obtain'dGrace from that Grace where perfit Grace remain'd;And where the Muses gaue their full ...
Hee that his mirth hath loste, Whose comfort is dismaid,Whose hope is vaine, whose faith is scorned, Whose trust is ...
Let that time a thousand moneths endure,Which brings from heaven the sweet and silver showers,And joys the earth (of comfort ...
Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show, Of touch, or marble; nor canst boast a rowOf polish'd pillars, or ...
Let now each Meade with flowers be depainted, Of sundry colours sweetest odours glowing:Roses yeeld foorth your smells so ...
Never a greater foe did Love disdaine, Or trode on grasse so gay,Nor Nimph ...
No more (o cruell Nimph,) now hast thou prayedEnough in thy revenge, proove not thine ireOn him that yeelds, the ...
Alas my hart, mine eye hath wrong?d thee,Presumptious eye, to gaze on Phillis face:Whose heavenly eye no mortall man may ...
My Phillis hath the morninge Sunne, at first to looke upon her:And Phillis hath morne-waking birds, her risinge still to ...
The wealth which others seeke for beyond seas, By the Gods gift your ...
ONe day I sought with her hart-thrilling eies, to make a truce and termes to entertaine: all fearlesse then of ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe, My spirit, shaking off her earthly prison, Began to enter into ...
SO oft as homeward I from her depart, I goe lyke one that hauing lost the field: is prisoner led ...
BVt if ye saw that which no eyes can see, The inward beauty of her liuely spright, Garnisht with heauenly ...
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