Poems by Edmund Spenser
The Shepheardes Calender: November
... O trustlesse state of earthly things, and slipper hope ...
The Shepheardes Calender: March
... Of Hony and of Gaule in loue there is store: ...
Colin Clouts Come Home Againe
... Fearful much more (quoth he) the[n] hart can fear: ...
Sonnet LXXXV
... Which when as fame in her shrill trump shal thunder ...
Amoretti LIV: Of this worlds Theatre in which we stay
... Delights not in my merth nor rues my smart: ...
from The Faerie Queene: Book I, Canto I
... liii Love of your selfe, she said, and deare constraint ...
Amoretti IV: "New yeare forth looking out of Janus gate"
... Doth seeme to promise hope of new delight: ...
Amoretti XIII: "In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth"
... Base thing, and thinke how she to heaven may clime: ...
Amoretti LXVI: "To all those happy blessings which ye have"
... Could not on earth have found one fit for mate, ...
from The Shepheardes Calender: April
... HOBBINOLL Nor thys, nor that, so muche doeth make me mourne, ...
Amoretti LXXXIX: Lyke as the Culver on the barèd bough
... Seek with my playnts to match that mournful dove: ...
The Shepheardes Calender: January
... former pleasaunce and delights, hee breaketh his Pipe in peeces, and casteth him selfe to the ground ...
Amoretti XXX: My Love is like to ice, and I to fire
... That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice, ...
Amoretti XXIII: Penelope for her Ulisses sake
... For with one looke she spils that long I sponne, ...
Amoretti LXXXI: Fayre is my love, when her fayre golden heares
... Fayre when that cloud of pryde which oft doth dark ...
