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 ...
Ah! whither, Love! wilt thou now carry mee?What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspireInto my feeble breast, too full of ...
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wingsFrom this base world unto thy heavens hight,Where I may see those admirable ...
Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powrePerforce subdude my poor captived hart,And raging now therein with restlesse stowre,Doest ...
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
July: ?gloga Septima. Thomalin & Morrell.Thomalin.IS not thilke same a goteheard prowde, that sittes on yonder bancke, Whose straying heard ...
August: ?gloga Octaua. Willye. Perigot. Cuddie.Willye.Ell me Perigot, what shalbe the game, Wherefore with myne thou dare thy musick matche? ...
Being one day at my window all alone,So manie strange things happened me to see,As much it grieueth me to ...
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Agayne I wrote ...
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote ...
YE learned sisters which haue oftentimes beene to me ayding, others to adorne: Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
FAire proud now tell me why should faire be proud; Sith all worlds glorie is but drosse vncleane: and in ...
AFter long stormes and tempests sad assay, Which hardly I endured heretofore: in dread of death and daungerous dismay, with ...
BE nought dismayd that her vnmoued mind, doth still persist in her rebellious pride: such loue not lyke to lusts ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
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