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...
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creature full hart humorous humour limbs saw side soft softly sunny sweet
Whiles every sence teh humour sweet embayd, / And slombring soft my hart did steale away, / Me seemed, by my side a royall Mayd / Her daintie limbs full softly down did lay: / So faire a creature yet saw never sunny day.
sweet time spring
There is continual spring, and harvest there Continual, both meeting at one time: For both the boughs do laughing blossoms bear, And with fresh colours deck the wanton prime, And eke attonce the heavy trees they climb, Which seem to labour under their fruits load: The whiles the joyous birds make their pastime Amongst the shady leaves, their sweet above, And their true loves without suspicion tell abroad.
sweet kings funeral
Much can they praise the trees so straight and high, The sailing pine,the cedar proud and tall, The vine-prop elm, the poplar never dry, The builder oak, sole king of forests all, The aspin good for staves, the cypress funeral, The laurel, meed of mighty conquerors And poets sage, the fir that weepest still, The yew obedient to the bender's will, The birch for shafts, the sallow for the mill, The myrrh sweet-bleeding in the bitter wound, The warlike beech, the ash for nothing ill, The fruitful olive, and the platane round, The carver holm, the maple seldom inward sound.
sweet book eye
A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books-- I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
sweet growing-up nuts
Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough; Sweet is the eglantine, but stiketh nere; Sweet is the firbloome, but its braunches rough; Sweet is the cypress, but its rynd is tough; Sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill; Sweet is the broome-flowre, but yet sowre enough; And sweet is moly, but his root is ill.
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
sweet sweet-love haste
Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.
love sweet voice
All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
judge love
Be judge ye heavens, that all things right esteeme, / How I him loved, and love with all my might, / So thought I eke of him, and thinke I thought aright.
almost fire fresh greater hart heard love patience rent tender unto
She heard with patience all unto the end, / And strove to maister sorrowful assay, / Which greater grew, the more she did contend; / And almost rent her tender hart in tway / And love fresh coles unto her fire did lay: / For greater love, the greater is the losse...
grow loves seldom true
True loves are often sown, but seldom grow on ground.
discord lays
Discord oft in music makes the sweeter lay.
heart iron mind
This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.
avenging simple subdue truth
O how can beautie maister the most strong, / And simple truth subdue avenging wrong?