Poem 17 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Now ceasse ye damsels your delights forepast, Enough is it, that all the day was youres: Now day is doen, ...
Edmund Spenser Poems (171 Poems)
Sonnet LVII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
SWeet warriour when shall I haue peace with you? High time it is, this warre now ended were: which I ...
Sonnet XVII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
THe glorious portraict of that Angels face, Made to amaze weake mens confused skil: and this worlds worthlesse glory to ...
Sonnet XLVII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
TRust not the treason of those smyling lookes, vntill ye haue theyr guylefull traynes well tryde: for they are lyke ...
Sonnet XLVI (Edmund Spenser Poems)
WHen my abodes prefixed time is spent, My cruell fayre streight bids me wend my way: but then fro heauen ...
Sonnet XXX (Edmund Spenser Poems)
MY loue is lyke to yse, and I to fyre; how comes it then that this her cold so great ...
The Faerie Queene, Book III, Canto VI (Edmund Spenser Poems)
THE THIRD BOOKE OF THE FAERIE QUEENE Contayning THE LEGENDE OF BRITOMARTIS OR OF CHASTITIECANTO VI The birth of faire ...
Sonnet XXXVII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
WHat guyle is this, that those her golden tresses, She doth attyre vnder a net of gold: and with sly ...
An Hymn Of Heavenly Beauty (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven ...
Sonnet LXX (Edmund Spenser Poems)
FResh spring the herald of loues mighty king, In whose cote armour richly are displayd, all sorts of flowers the ...
Poem 18 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
NOw welcome night, thou night so long expected, that long daies labour doest at last defray, And all my cares, ...
Sonnet LI (Edmund Spenser Poems)
DOe I not see that fayrest ymages Of hardest Marble are of purpose made? for that they should endure through ...
Poem 7 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
NOw is my loue all ready forth to come, Let all the virgins therefore well awayt, And ye fresh boyes ...
Sonnet LXVI (Edmund Spenser Poems)
TO all those happy blessings which ye haue, with plenteous hand by heauen vpon you thrown: this one disparagement they ...
Epithalamion (Edmund Spenser Poems)
YE learned sisters, which have oftentimes Beene to me ayding, others to adorne, Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull ...
Sonnet XXXV (Edmund Spenser Poems)
MY hungry eyes through greedy couetize, still to behold the obiect of their paine: with no contentment can themselues suffize, ...
Sonnet LIII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
THe Panther knowing that his spotted hyde, Doth please all beasts but that his looks the fray: within a bush ...
Poem 15 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
RIng ye the bels, ye yong men of the towne, And leaue your wonted labors for this day: This day ...
Sonnet XVIII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
THe rolling wheele that runneth often round, The hardest steele in tract of time doth teare: and drizling drops that ...
Poem 8 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
HArke how the Minstrels gin to shrill aloud, Their merry Musick that resounds from far, The pipe, the tabor, and ...
Poem 11 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
BVt if ye saw that which no eyes can see, The inward beauty of her liuely spright, Garnisht with heauenly ...
Poem 93 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
TO whom his mother closely smiling sayd, twixt earnest and twixt game: See thou thy selfe likewise art lyttle made, ...
Sonnet XXI (Edmund Spenser Poems)
WAs it the worke of nature or of Art? which tempred so the feature of her face: that pride and ...
Prosopopoia: or Mother Hubbard’s Tale (Edmund Spenser Poems)
By that he ended had his ghostly sermon, The fox was well induc'd to be a parson, And of the ...
Sonnet XV (Edmund Spenser Poems)
YE tradefull Merchants that with weary toyle, do seeke most pretious things to make your gain: and both the Indias ...
Sonnet LVI (Edmund Spenser Poems)
FAyre ye be sure, but cruell and vnkind, As is a Tygre that with greedinesse hunts after bloud, when he ...
Sonnet XXXIX (Edmund Spenser Poems)
SWeet smile, the daughter of the Queene of loue, Expressing all thy mothers powrefull art: with which she wonts to ...
Sonnet XXIIII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
WHen I behold that beauties wonderment, And rare perfection of each goodly part; of natures skill the only complement, I ...
Poem 91 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
I Saw in secret to my Dame, How little Cupid humbly came: and sayd to her All hayle my mother. ...
Poem 3 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
BRing with you all the Nymphes that you can heare both of the riuers and the forrests greene: And of ...