Poems by Edmund Spenser
Poem 21
... Or whose is that faire face, that shines so bright, ...
Sonnet LXXVII
... my thoughts the guests, which would thereon haue fedd ...
Sonnet VIII
... Thrugh your bright beams doth not ye blinded guest, ...
Poem 9
... Sprinckled with perle, and perling flowres a tweene, ...
Sonnet XXXIII
... Ceasse then, till she vouchsafe to grawnt me rest, ...
Sonnet VII
... the which both lyfe and death forth fro[m] you dart ...
Sonnet XXXI
... But my proud one doth worke the greater scath, ...
Sonnet VI
... with chast affects, that naught but death can seuer ...
Sonnet XI
... but then she seekes with torment and turmoyle, ...
Sonnet XX
... shames not to be with guiltlesse bloud defylde, ...
Sonnet LXXXI
... fayre whe[n] that cloud of pryde, which oft doth dark ...
Sonnet XLVI
... but then fro[m] heauen most hideous stormes are sent ...
Sonnet LXVI
... could not on earth haue found one fit for mate, ...
Sonnet XXI
... For with mild pleasance, which doth pride displace, ...
Poem 4
... With your steele darts doo chace fro[m] comming neer ...
