Author: Edmund Spenser

Fayre is my loue, when her fayre golden heares, With the loose wynd ye wauing chance to marke: Fayre when […]

Behold whiles she before the altar stands Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes And blesseth her with his […]

Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish’d thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven […]

THe weary yeare his race now hauing run, The new begins his compast course anew: With shew of morning mylde […]

Of this worlds theatre in which we stay, My love like the spectator ydly sits Beholding me that all the […]

Lyke as a ship that through the Ocean wyde, By conduct of some star doth make her way. Whenas a […]

APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes […]

Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play A gentle spirit, that lightly did […]

This holy season, fit to fast and pray, Men to devotion ought to be inclin’d: Therefore I likewise on so […]

MOst glorious Lord of lyfe that on this day, Didst make thy triumph ouer death and sin: And hauing harrowd […]