Daily Archives: January 17, 2016

Sonnet XI – Edmund Spenser

DAyly when I do seeke and sew for peace,  And hostages doe offer for my truth:  she cruell warriour doth her selfe addresse,  to battell, and the weary war renew’th.  Ne wilbe moou’d with reason or with rewth,  to graunt … Continue reading

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Sonnet LXXXII – Edmund Spenser

Ioy of my life, full oft for louing you  I blesse my lot, that was so lucky placed:  but then the more your owne mishap I rew,  that are so much by so meane loue embased.  For had the equall … Continue reading

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Sonnet LXXXV  – Edmund Spenser

THe world that cannot deeme of worthy things,  when I doe praise her, say I doe but flatter:  so does the Cuckow, when the Mauis sings,  begin his witlesse note apace to clatter.  But they that skill not of so … Continue reading

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Sonnet XlIIII – Edmund Spenser

When those renoumed noble Peres of Greece,  thrugh stubborn pride amongst the[m]selues did iar  forgetfull of the famous golden fleece,  then Orpheus with his harp theyr strife did bar.  But this continuall cruell ciuill warre,  the which my selfe against … Continue reading

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Sonnet XIX – Edmund Spenser

THe merry Cuckow, messenger of Spring,  His trompet shrill hath thrise already sounded:  that warnes al louers wayt vpon their king,  who now is comming forth with girland crouned.  With noyse whereof the quyre of Byrds resounded  their anthemes sweet … Continue reading

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Sonnet X – Edmund Spenser

VNrighteous Lord of loue what law is this,  That me thou makest thus tormented be:  the whiles she lordeth in licentious blisse  of her freewill, scorning both thee and me.  See how the Tyrannesse doth ioy to see  the huge … Continue reading

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Sonnet XIVIII – Edmund Spenser

INnocent paper whom too cruell hand,  Did make the matter to auenge her yre:  and ere she could thy cause wel vnderstand,  did sacrifize vnto the greedy fyre.  Well worthy thou to haue found better hyre,  then so bad end … Continue reading

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