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. ...
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wingsFrom this base world unto thy heavens hight,Where I may see those admirable ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought,Through contemplation of those goodly sights,And glorious images in heaven wrought,Whose wondrous ...
Love, that long since hast to thy mighty powrePerforce subdude my poor captived hart,And raging now therein with restlesse stowre,Doest ...
May: AEgloga Quinta. Palinode & Piers. Palinode.IS not thilke the mery moneth of May, When loue lads masken in fresh ...
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
June: AEgloga Sexta. HOBBINOL & COLIN Cloute.HOBBINOL.LO! Collin, here the place, whose pleasaunt syte From other shades hath weand my ...
Being one day at my window all alone,So manie strange things happened me to see,As much it grieueth me to ...
Januarie: ?gloga Prime. Colin Cloute.A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,All in a ...
And is there care in heaven, and is there loveIn heavenly spirits to us creatures base,That may compassion of our ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
This holy season, fit to fast and pray, Men to devotion ought to be inclin'd: Therefore I likewise on so ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
When I bethink me on that speech whilere, Of Mutability, and well it weigh: Me seems,that though she all unworthy ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
SWeet smile, the daughter of the Queene of loue, Expressing all thy mothers powrefull art: with which she wonts to ...
WHen I behold that beauties wonderment, And rare perfection of each goodly part; of natures skill the only complement, I ...
And ye high heauens, the temple of the gods, In which a thousand torches flaming bright Doe burne, that to ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
THe laurell leafe, which you this day doe weare, guies me great hope of your relenting mynd: for since it ...
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
By that he ended had his ghostly sermon, The fox was well induc'd to be a parson, And of the ...
CANTO IIII To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy doth chalenge ...
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