Category Poetry

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Amoretti XV: Ye tradefull Merchants that with weary toyle BY EDMUND SPENSER Ye tradefull Merchants that with weary toyle, Do seeke most pretious things to make…

Adam’s Curse BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS We sat together at one summer’s end, That beautiful mild woman, your close friend, And you and I, and talked…

Among School Children BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS I I walk through the long schoolroom questioning; A kind old nun in a white hood replies; The children…

Byzantium BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor’s drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes, night-walkers’ song After great cathedral gong;…

The Cap and Bells BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade his soul rise upward And…