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. ...
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 ...
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 ...
August: ?gloga Octaua. Willye. Perigot. Cuddie.Willye.Ell me Perigot, what shalbe the game, Wherefore with myne thou dare thy musick matche? ...
Januarie: ?gloga Prime. Colin Cloute.A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call)when Winters wastful spight was almost spent,All in a ...
My love is like to ice, and I to fire:How comes it then that this her cold so greatIs not ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
SHall I then silent be or shall I speake? And if I speake, her wrath renew I shall: and if ...
Most happy letters, fram'd by skilful trade, With which that happy name was first design'd: The which three times thrice ...
SO oft as I her beauty doe behold, And therewith doe her cruelty compare: I maruaile of what substance was ...
This holy season, fit to fast and pray, Men to devotion ought to be inclin'd: Therefore I likewise on so ...
OFt when my spirit doth spred her bolder winges, In mind to mount vp to the purest sky: it down ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
BE nought dismayd that her vnmoued mind, doth still persist in her rebellious pride: such loue not lyke to lusts ...
Unhappy verse, the witness of my unhappy state, Make thy self flutt'ring wings of thy fast flying Thought, and fly ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
THe laurell leafe, which you this day doe weare, guies me great hope of your relenting mynd: for since it ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
MEn call you fayre, and you doe credit it, For that your selfe ye dayly such doe see: but the ...
One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe, My spirit, shaking off her earthly prison, Began to enter into ...
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
THe glorious image of the makers beautie, My souerayne faynt, the Idoll of my thought, dare not henceforth aboue the ...
VNquiet thought, whom at the first I bred, Of th'inward bale of my loue pined hart: and sithens haue with ...
My love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great ...
SHE fell away in her first ages spring, Whil'st yet her leafe was greene, and fresh her rinde, And whil'st ...
MY loue is lyke to yse, and I to fyre; how comes it then that this her cold so great ...
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