Poem 92 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
VPon a day as loue lay sweetly slumbring, all in his mothers lap: A gentle Bee with his loud trumpet ...
Edmund Spenser Poems (171 Poems)
Poem 14 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
NOw al is done; bring home the bride againe, bring home the triumph of our victory, Bring home with you ...
Poem 13 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Behold whiles she before the altar stands Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes And blesseth her with his ...
Sonnet X (Edmund Spenser Poems)
VNrighteous Lord of loue what law is this, That me thou makest thus tormented be: the whiles she lordeth in ...
Poem 5 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
WAke now my loue, awake; for it is time, The Rosy Morne long since left Tithones bed, All ready to ...
Sonnet LXXXI (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Fayre is my loue, when her fayre golden heares, with the loose wynd ye wauing chance to marke: fayre when ...
The Tamed Deer (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Like as a huntsman after weary chase Seeing the game from him escaped away, Sits down to rest him in ...
Easter (Edmund Spenser Poems)
MOST glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day, Didst make Thy triumph over death and sin; And, having harrowd ...
Sonnet LXXXII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Ioy of my life, full oft for louing you I blesse my lot, that was so lucky placed: but then ...
Poem 20 (Edmund Spenser Poems)
BVt let stil Silence trew night watches keepe, That sacred peace may in assurance rayne, And tymely sleep, when it ...
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, ...
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 ...