Poems by Edmund Spenser
Sonnet LXXXIIII
... & modest thoughts breathd fro[m] wel te[m]pred sprites ...
Sonnet XLIIII
... thrugh stubborn pride amongst the[m]selues did iar ...
Poem 12
... And all the pillours deck with girlands trim, ...
Poem 2
... With his bright Tead that flames with many a flake, ...
Poem 22
... Til which we cease your further prayse to sing, ...
Poem 96
... SHe tooke him streight full pitiously lamenting, ...
Sonnet XL
... with that sunshine when cloudy looks are cleared ...
Poem 13
... That all the woods may answere and your eccho ring ...
Sonnet LVII
... Make peace therefore, and graunt me timely grace ...
Poem 18
... Ne let the woods them answer, nor theyr eccho ring ...
Poem 8
... that al the woods them answer and theyr eccho ring ...
Poem 91
... His face with bashfull blood did flame, ...
Poem 90
... With that loue wounded my loues hart, ...
Sonnet LII
... There let no thought of ioy or pleasure vaine, ...
Sonnet LXXI
... Right so to your selfe were caught in cunning snare ...
