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Poems in English

Sonnet LXVII

Lyke as a huntsman after weary chace, Seeing the game from him escapt away: Sits downe to rest him in […]

Sonnet XL

MArk when she smiles with amiable cheare, And tell me whereto can ye lyken it: When on each eyelid sweetly […]


LYke as the Culuer on the bared bough, Sits mourning for the absence of her mate; And in her songs […]

Sonnet 75

One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Agayne I wrote […]

Whilst it is prime

FRESH Spring, the herald of loves mighty king, In whose cote-armour richly are displayd All sorts of flowers, the which […]


Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne, A goodly table of pure yvory: All spred with iuncats, […]

A Ditty

In praise of Eliza, Queen of the Shepherds SEE where she sits upon the grassie greene, (O seemely sight!) Yclad […]

Sonnet LVI

FAyre ye be sure, but cruell and vnkind, As is a Tygre that with greedinesse Hunts after bloud, when he […]

Poem 6

My loue is now awake out of her dreame, And her fayre eyes like stars that dimmed were With darksome […]

Sonnet LII

SO oft as homeward I from her depart, I goe lyke one that hauing lost the field: Is prisoner led […]

Sonnet XLII

THe loue which me so cruelly tormenteth, So pleasing is in my extreamest paine: That all the more my sorrow […]

Sonnet V

RVdely thou wrongest my deare harts desire, In finding fault with her too portly pride: The thing which I doo […]


GReat wrong I doe, I can it not deny, To that most sacred Empresse my dear dred, Not finishing her […]

Sonnet XVI

ONe day as I vnwarily did gaze On those fayre eyes my loues immortall light: The whiles my stonisht hart […]

Sonnet LIII

THe Panther knowing that his spotted hyde, Doth please all beasts but that his looks the[m] fray: Within a bush […]

Poem 9

LOe where she comes along with portly pace, Lyke Phoebe from her chamber of the East, Arysing forth to run […]

Sonnet LIIII

OF this worlds Theatre in which we stay, My loue lyke the Spectator ydly sits Beholding me that all the […]

Sonnet XXXII

The paynefull smith with force of feruent heat, The hardest yron soone doth mollify: That with his heauy sledge he […]

Sonnet LVII

SWeet warriour when shall I haue peace with you? High time it is, this warre now ended were: Which I […]

Sonnet VII

Fayre eyes, the myrrour of my mazed hart, What wondrous vertue is contaynd in you The which both lyfe and […]

Poem 16

AH when will this long vveary day haue end, And lende me leaue to come vnto my loue? Hovv slovvly […]

Sonnet XI

DAyly when I do seeke and sew for peace, And hostages doe offer for my truth: She cruell warriour doth […]

Poem 12

OPen the temple gates vnto my loue, Open them wide that she may enter in, And all the postes adorne […]

Sonnet VIII

MOre then most faire, full of the liuing fire, Kindled aboue vnto the maker neere: No eies buy ioyes, in […]

Sonnet XXXI

Ah why hath nature to so hard a hart, Giuen so goodly giftes of beauties grace? Whose pryde depraues each […]

Sonnet LIX

THrise happie she, that is so well assured Vnto her selfe and setled so in hart: That nether will for […]

Poem 23

And ye high heauens, the temple of the gods, In which a thousand torches flaming bright Doe burne, that to […]

Poem 17

Now ceasse ye damsels your delights forepast, Enough is it, that all the day was youres: Now day is doen, […]


VEnemous toung tipt with vile adders sting, Of that selfe kynd with which the Furies tell Theyr snaky heads doe […]

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