The Shepheardes Calender: December (Edmund Spenser Poems)
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
December: ?gloga Duodecima.He gentle shepheard satte beside a springe, All in the shadowe of a bushy brere, That Colin hight, ...
My love is like to ice, and I to fire:How comes it then that this her cold so greatIs not ...
NEw yeare forth looking out of Ianus gate, Doth seeme to promise hope of new delight: and bidding th'old Adieu, ...
IN vaine I seeke and sew to her for grace, and doe myne humbled hart before her poure: the whiles ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
My love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great ...
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 ...
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