Edmund Spenser
Edmund Spenser
Edmund Spenserwas an English poet best known for The Faerie Queene, an epic poem and fantastical allegory celebrating the Tudor dynasty and Elizabeth I. He is recognized as one of the premier craftsmen of nascent Modern English verse, and is often considered one of the greatest poets in the English language...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
knights gentle faerie
A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine.
passion waking rage
Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
sweet breathing play
Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair
freedom being-free golden
Fondnesse it were for any being free, To covet fetters, though they golden bee.
heart joy venus
Joy may you have and gentle hearts content Of your loves couplement: And let faire Venus, that is Queene of love, With her heart-quelling Sonne upon you smile
sweet sweet-love haste
Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
mourning absence mates
Like as the culver on the bared bough Sits mourning for the absence of her mate
love-is ice fire
My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat?
spring flower earth
All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid
mind kind power-of-love
Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.
art mourning broke
good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What! hath some wolfe thy tender lambes ytorne? Or is thy bagpype broke, that soundes so sweete? Or art thou of thy loved lasse forlorne?
singing answers woods
So Orpheus did for his owne bride, So I unto my selfe alone will sing, The woods shall to me answer and my Eccho ring.
bud passing passings
So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortall life the leafe, the bud, the flowre
fall liberty delight
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?