Poems by Edmund Spenser
Sonnet XLII
... let her, yf please her, bynd with adamant chayne: ...
Sonnet XXIX
... Then would I decke her head with glorious bayes, ...
Poem 16
... That all the woods them answer and their echo ring ...
Sonnet LXXXVIII
... But with such brightnesse whylest I fill my mind, ...
Sonnet XLIII
... Which her deep wit, that true harts thought can spel, ...
Poem 6
... With darksome cloud, now shew theyr goodly beams ...
Sonnet LV
... Not earth; for her high thoghts more heauenly are, ...
Sonnet LXXII
... drawne with sweet pleasures bayt, it back doth fly, ...
Sonnet XLVIII
... Whom all the carelesse of his griefe constrayned ...
Poem 5
... Hark how the cheerefull birds do chaunt theyr laies ...
Sonnet XLVII
... So she with flattring smyles weake harts doth guyde, ...
Poem 7
... That all the woods shal answer and theyr eccho ring ...
Poem 93
... See thou thy selfe likewise art lyttle made, ...
Poem 94
... And in his hand with heedlesse hardiment, ...
Sonnet XIIII
... playnts, prayers, vowes, ruth, sorrow, and dismay, ...
