Sonnet XXIII (Edmund Spenser Poems)
Penelope for her Vlisses sake, Deuiz'd a Web her wooers to deceaue: in which the worke that she all day ...
Penelope for her Vlisses sake, Deuiz'd a Web her wooers to deceaue: in which the worke that she all day ...
My love is like to ice, and I to fire: how comes it then that this her cold so great ...
Like as a huntsman after weary chase, Seeing the game from him escap'd away, Sits down to rest him in ...
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play A gentle spirit, that lightly did ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
SOng made in lieu of many ornaments, With which my loue should duly haue bene dect, Which cutting off through ...
THe doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre loue, is vaine That fondly feare to loose your liberty, when loosing one, two ...
SO oft as homeward I from her depart, I goe lyke one that hauing lost the field: is prisoner led ...
THis holy season fit to fast and pray, Men to deuotion ought to be inclynd: therefore, I lykewise on so ...
WHo is the same, which at my window peepes? Or whose is that faire face, that shines so bright, Is ...
VEnemous toung tipt with vile adders sting, Of that selfe kynd with which the Furies tell theyr snaky heads doe ...
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Agayne I wrote ...
Men call you fair, and you do credit it, For that your self ye daily such do see: But the ...
The sovereign beauty which I do admire, Witness the world how worthy to be praised: The light whereof hath kindled ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
THe glorious image of the makers beautie, My souerayne faynt, the Idoll of my thought, dare not henceforth aboue the ...
FAire proud now tell me why should faire be proud; Sith all worlds glorie is but drosse vncleane: and in ...
I Ioy to see how in your drawen work, Your selfe vnto the Bee ye doe compare; and me vnto ...
THe loue which me so cruelly tormenteth, So pleasing is in my extreamest paine: that all the more my sorrow ...
Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne, a goodly table of pure yvory: all spred with iuncats, ...
HOw long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure, And know no end of her owne mysery: but wast and weare ...
Of this worlds theatre in which we stay, My love like the spectator ydly sits Beholding me that all the ...
CANTO IIII To sinfull house of Pride, Duessa guides the faithfull knight, Where brothers death to wreak Sansjoy doth chalenge ...
COmming to kisse her lyps, (such grace I found) Me seemd I smelt a gardin of sweet flowres: that dainty ...
FRESH Spring, the herald of loves mighty king, In whose cote-armour richly are displayd All sorts of flowers, the which ...
VNquiet thought, whom at the first I bred, Of th'inward bale of my loue pined hart: and sithens haue with ...
BEing my selfe captyued here in care, My hart, whom none with seruile bands can tye: but the fayre tresses ...
NEw yeare forth looking out of Ianus gate, Doth seeme to promise hope of new delight: and bidding th'old Adieu, ...
See how the stubborne damzell doth depraue my simple meaning with disdaynfull scorne: and by the bay which I vnto ...
MOre then most faire, full of the liuing fire, Kindled aboue vnto the maker neere: no eies buy ioyes, in ...
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