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Edmund Spenser


  • Poem 1
       YE learned sisters which haue oftentimes
  • Poem 10
       TEll me ye merchants daughters did ye see
  • Poem 11
       BVt if ye saw that which no eyes can see,
  • Poem 12
       OPen the temple gates vnto my loue,
  • Poem 13
       Behold whiles she before the altar stands
  • Poem 14
       NOw al is done; bring home the bride againe,
  • Poem 15
       RIng ye the bels, ye yong men of the towne,
  • Poem 16
       AH when will this long vveary day haue end,
  • Poem 17
       Now ceasse ye damsels your delights forepast,
  • Poem 18
       NOw welcome night, thou night so long expected,
  • Poem 19
       LEt no lamenting cryes, nor dolefull teares,
  • Poem 2
       EArly before the worlds light giuing lampe,
  • Poem 20
       BVt let stil Silence trew night watches keepe,
  • Poem 21
       WHo is the same, which at my window peepes?
  • Poem 22
       ANd thou great Iuno, which with awful might
  • Poem 23
       And ye high heauens, the temple of the gods,
  • Poem 24
       SOng made in lieu of many ornaments,
  • Poem 3
       BRing with you all the Nymphes that you can heare
  • Poem 4
       YE Nymphes of Mulla which with carefull heed,
  • Poem 5
       WAke now my loue, awake; for it is time,
  • Poem 6
       My loue is now awake out of her dreame,
  • Poem 7
       NOw is my loue all ready forth to come,
  • Poem 8
       HArke how the Minstrels gin to shrill aloud,
  • Poem 9
       LOe where she comes along with portly pace,
  • Poem 90
       IN youth before I waxed old.
  • Poem 91
       I Saw in secret to my Dame,
  • Poem 92
       VPon a day as loue lay sweetly slumbring,
  • Poem 93
       TO whom his mother closely smiling sayd,
  • Poem 94
       NAthlesse the cruell boy not so content,
  • Poem 95
       VNto his mother straight he weeping came,
  • Poem 96
       SHe tooke him streight full pitiously lamenting,
  • Poem 97
       THe wanton boy was shortly wel recured,
  • Sonnet I
       HAppy ye leaues when as those lilly hands,
  • Sonnet II
       VNquiet thought, whom at the first I bred,
  • Sonnet III
       THe souerayne beauty which I doo admyre,
  • Sonnet IIII
       NEw yeare forth looking out of Ianus gate,
  • Sonnet IX
       LOng-while I sought to what I might compare
  • Sonnet L
       LOng languishing in double malady,
  • Sonnet LI
       DOe I not see that fayrest ymages
  • Sonnet LII
       SO oft as homeward I from her depart,
  • Sonnet LIII
       THe Panther knowing that his spotted hyde,
  • Sonnet LIIII
       OF this worlds Theatre in which we stay,
  • Sonnet LIX
       THrise happie she, that is so well assured
  • Sonnet LV
       SO oft as I her beauty doe behold,
  • Sonnet LVI
       FAyre ye be sure, but cruell and vnkind,
  • Sonnet LVII
       SWeet warriour when shall I haue peace with you?
  • Sonnet LVIII By Her That Is Most Assured To Her Selfe
       WEake is th'assurance that weake flesh reposeth,
  • Sonnet LX
       They that in course of heauenly spheares are skild,
  • Sonnet LXI
       THe glorious image of the makers beautie,
  • Sonnet LXII
       THe weary yeare his race now hauing run,
  • Sonnet LXIII
       AFter long stormes and tempests sad assay,
  • Sonnet LXIIII
       COmming to kisse her lyps, (such grace I found)
  • Sonnet LXIX
       THe famous warriors of the anticke world,
  • Sonnet LXIX
       FAyre cruell, why are ye so fierce and cruell?
  • Sonnet LXV
       THe doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre loue, is vaine
  • Sonnet LXVI
       TO all those happy blessings which ye haue,
  • Sonnet LXVII
       Lyke as a huntsman after weary chace,
  • Sonnet LXVIII
       MOst glorious Lord of lyfe that on this day,
  • Sonnet LXX
       FResh spring the herald of loues mighty king,
  • Sonnet LXXI
       I Ioy to see how in your drawen work,
  • Sonnet LXXII
       OFt when my spirit doth spred her bolder winges,
  • SOnnet LXXIII
       BEing my selfe captyued here in care,
  • Sonnet LXXIIII
       MOst happy letters fram'd by skilfull trade,
  • Sonnet LXXIX
       MEn call you fayre, and you doe credit it,
  • Sonnet LXXVI
       FAyre bosome fraught with vertues richest tresure,
  • Sonnet LXXVII
       Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne,
  • Sonnet LXXX
       AFter so long a race as I haue run
  • Sonnet LXXXI
       Fayre is my loue, when her fayre golden heares,
  • Sonnet LXXXII
       Ioy of my life, full oft for louing you
  • Sonnet LXXXIII
       MY hungry eyes, through greedy couetize,
  • Sonnet LXXXIIII
       LEt not one sparke of filthy lustfull fyre
  • Sonnet LXXXIX
       LYke as the Culuer on the bared bough,
  • Sonnet LXXXV
       THe world that cannot deeme of worthy things,
  • Sonnet LXXXVI
       VEnemous toung tipt with vile adders sting,
  • Sonnet LXXXVII
       SInce I did leaue the presence of my loue,
  • Sonnet LXXXVIII
       SInce I haue lackt the comfort of that light,
  • Sonnet V
       RVdely thou wrongest my deare harts desire,
  • Sonnet VI
       BE nought dismayd that her vnmoued mind,
  • Sonnet VII
       Fayre eyes, the myrrour of my mazed hart,
  • Sonnet VIII
       MOre then most faire, full of the liuing fire,
  • Sonnet X
       VNrighteous Lord of loue what law is this,
  • Sonnet XI
       DAyly when I do seeke and sew for peace,
  • Sonnet XII
       ONe day I sought with her hart-thrilling eies,
  • Sonnet XIII
       IN that proud port, which her so goodly graceth,
  • Sonnet XIIII
       REtourne agayne my forces late dismayd,
  • Sonnet XIX
       THe merry Cuckow, messenger of Spring,
  • Sonnet XL
       MArk when she smiles with amiable cheare,
  • Sonnet XLII
       THe loue which me so cruelly tormenteth,
  • Sonnet XLIII
       SHall I then silent be or shall I speake?
  • Sonnet XLIIII
       WHen those renoumed noble Peres of Greece,
  • Sonnet XLV
       LEaue lady, in your glasse of christall clene,
  • SOnnet XLVI
       WHen my abodes prefixed time is spent,
  • Sonnet XLVII
       TRust not the treason of those smyling lookes,
  • Sonnet XLVIII
       INnocent paper whom too cruell hand,
  • Sonnet XV
       YE tradefull Merchants that with weary toyle,
  • Sonnet XVI
       ONe day as I vnwarily did gaze
  • Sonnet XVII
       THe glorious portraict of that Angels face,
  • Sonnet XVIII
       THe rolling wheele that runneth often round,
  • Sonnet XX
       IN vaine I seeke and sew to her for grace,
  • Sonnet XXI
       WAs it the worke of nature or of Art?
  • Sonnet XXII
       THis holy season fit to fast and pray,
  • Sonnet XXIII
       Penelope for her Vlisses sake,
  • Sonnet XXIIII
       WHen I behold that beauties wonderment,
  • Sonnet XXIX
       See how the stubborne damzell doth deprau
  • Sonnet XXV
       HOw long shall this lyke dying lyfe endure,
  • Sonnet XXVI
       SWeet is the Rose, but growes vpon a brere;
  • Sonnet XXVII
       FAire proud now tell me why should faire be proud;
  • Sonnet XXVIII
       THe laurell leafe, which you this day doe weare,
  • Sonnet XXX
       MY loue is lyke to yse, and I to fyre;
  • Sonnet XXXI
       Ah why hath nature to so hard a hart,
  • Sonnet XXXII
       The paynefull smith with force of feruent heat,
  • Sonnet XXXIII
       GReat wrong I doe, I can it not deny,
  • Sonnet XXXIIII
       Lyke as a ship that through the Ocean wyde,
  • Sonnet XXXIX
       SWeet smile, the daughter of the Queene of loue,
  • Sonnet XXXV
       MY hungry eyes through greedy couetize,
  • Sonnet XXXVI
       TEll me when shall these wearie woes haue end,
  • Sonnet XXXVII
       WHat guyle is this, that those her golden tresses,
  • Sonnet XXXVIII
       ARion, when through tempests cruel wracke,