Poems by Edmund Spenser
Sonnet XXIII
... whose fruitlesse worke is broken with least wynd ...
Sonnet LXXXVI
... consume thee quite, that didst with guile conspire ...
Sonnet XXV
... to proue your powre, which I too wel haue tride ...
An Hymn In Honour Of Beauty
... And beautify this sacred hymn of thine:That both to thee, to whom I mean it most, ...
Sonnet LXXXVII
... that further seemes his terme still to extend, ...
Sonnet XII
... thence breaking forth did thick about me throng, ...
Sonnet XXXVI
... But by his death which some perhaps will mone, ...
Sonnet XLV
... remoue the cause by which your fayre beames darkned be ...
Sonnet XXVIII
... of that proud mayd, whom now those leaues attyre ...
The Shepheardes Calender: Januarie
... Colin Cloute. A Shepeheards boye (no better doe him call) ...
And is there care in heaven, and is there love
... Oh! why should heavenly God to men have such regard! ...
The Faerie Qveene
... And groans of buried ghosts the heruens did perse ...
My Love Is Like To Ice
... That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice, ...
The Shepheardes Calender: June
... COLLIN. And I, whylst youth, and course of carelesse yeeres ...
The Shepheardes Calender: Februarie
... CVDDIE. Now I pray thee shepheard, tel it not forth: ...
