Автор: EDMUND SPENSER

It was the month, in which the righteous Maide, That for disdaine of sinfull worlds vpbraide, Fled back to heauen, […]

Ising of deadly dolorous debate, Stir’d vp through wrathfull Nemesis despight, Betwixt two mightie ones of great estate, Drawne into […]

Ah whither, Loue, wilt thou now carrie mee? What wontlesse fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too […]

Long since dedicated To the most noble and excellent Lord, THE EARLE OF LEICESTER. late deceased. Wrong’d, yet not daring […]

A Vision vpon this conceipt of the Faery Queene. Me thought I saw the graue where Laura lay Within that […]

It chaunced me on day beside the shore Of siluer streaming Thamesis to bee, Nigh where the goodly Verlame stood […]

1 It was the time, when rest soft sliding downe From heauens hight into mens heauy eyes, In the forgetfulnes […]

What euer man he be, whose heauie mynd With griefe of mournefull great mishap opprest, Fit matter for his cares […]

Love, lift me vp vpon thy golden wings, From this base world vnto thy heauens hight, Where I may see […]

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

Loue, that long since hast to thy mighty powre, Perforce subdude my poore captiued hart, And raging now therein with […]

I Happy ye leaves when as those lily hands, Which hold my life in their dead-doing might, Shall handle you […]

Rapt with the rage of mine own rauisht thought, Through cõtemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heauen […]

Rehearse to me ye sacred Sisters nine: The golden brood of great Apolloes wit, Those piteous plaints and sorrowful sad […]

1 One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe, My spirit, shaking off her earthly prison, Began to enter […]