Amoretti LXXXI: Fayre is my love, when her fayre golden heares BY EDMUND SPENSER Fayre is my love, when her fayre golden heares, With the loose wynd ye waving chance to marke: Fayre when the rose in her red cheekes appears,…
Amoretti LXXV: One Day I Wrote her Name BY EDMUND SPENSER One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and…
Amoretti LXXIX: Men Call you Fair BY EDMUND SPENSER Men call you fair, and you do credit it, For that your self ye daily such do see: But the true fair, that is the gentle wit, And vertuous mind, is much…
Amoretti LXXIV: Most Happy Letters BY EDMUND SPENSER Most happy letters, fram’d by skilful trade, With which that happy name was first design’d: The which three times thrice happy hath me made, With gifts of body, fortune, and of mind. The…
Amoretti LXXI: I joy to see how in your drawen work BY EDMUND SPENSER I joy to see how in your drawen work, Your selfe unto the Bee ye doe compare; And me unto the Spyder that doth lurke, In close…
Amoretti LXX: Fresh spring the herald of loves mighty king BY EDMUND SPENSER Fresh spring the herald of loves mighty king, In whose cote armour richly are displayed All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours…
Amoretti LXVIII: Most Glorious Lord of Life BY EDMUND SPENSER Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day, Didst make thy triumph over death and sin: And having harrow’d hell, didst bring away Captivity thence captive, us to win: This…
Amoretti LXVII: Like as a Huntsman BY EDMUND SPENSER Like as a huntsman after weary chase, Seeing the game from him escap’d away, Sits down to rest him in some shady place, With panting hounds beguiled of their prey: So after…
Amoretti LXVI: “To all those happy blessings which ye have” BY EDMUND SPENSER To all those happy blessings which ye have, With plenteous hand by heaven upon you thrown: This one disparagement they to you gave, That ye your love lent…
Amoretti LXII: “The weary yeare his race now having run” BY EDMUND SPENSER The weary yeare his race now having run, The new begins his compast course anew: With shew of morning mylde he hath begun, Betokening peace and plenty to…
Amoretti LV: So oft as I her beauty do behold BY EDMUND SPENSER So oft as I her beauty do behold, And therewith do her cruelty compare, I marvel of what substance was the mould The which her made at once…
Amoretti LIV: Of this worlds Theatre in which we stay BY EDMUND SPENSER Of this worlds Theatre in which we stay, My love lyke the Spectator ydly sits Beholding me that all the pageants play, Disguysing diversly my troubled wits. Sometimes…
Amoretti IV: “New yeare forth looking out of Janus gate” BY EDMUND SPENSER New yeare forth looking out of Janus gate, Doth seeme to promise hope of new delight: And bidding th’old Adieu, his pass
Amoretti III: The Sovereign Beauty BY EDMUND SPENSER The sovereign beauty which I do admire, Witness the world how worthy to be praised: The light whereof hath kindled heavenly fire In my frail spirit, by her from baseness raised; That being…
Amoretti I: Happy ye leaves when as those lilly hands BY EDMUND SPENSER Happy ye leaves when as those lilly hands, Which hold my life in their dead doing might Shall handle you and hold in loves soft bands, Lyke captives…
Amoretti XXX: My Love is like to ice, and I to fire BY EDMUND SPENSER My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so…
Amoretti XXIII: Penelope for her Ulisses sake BY EDMUND SPENSER Penelope for her Ulisses sake, Deviz’d a Web her wooers to deceave: In which the worke that she all day did make The same at night she did again unreave: Such…
Amoretti XXII: This Holy Season BY EDMUND SPENSER This holy season, fit to fast and pray, Men to devotion ought to be inclin’d: Therefore I likewise on so holy day, For my sweet saint some service fit will find. Her temple…