Poems by Edmund Spenser
Sonnet IIII
... Then you faire flowre, in who[m] fresh youth doth raine, ...
Sonnet LXII
... Then shall the new yeares ioy forth freshly send, ...
Sonnet LXIII
... fayre soyle it seemes from far & fraught with store ...
Sonnet LXXXIX
... seek with my playnts to match that mournful doue ...
Sonnet XIII
... base thing, & thinke how she to heauen may clime: ...
Sonnet XIX
... But mongst them all, which did Loues honor rayse ...
Sonnet XVI
... Had she not so doon, sure I had bene slayne, ...
Sonnet XXXII
... The paynefull smith with force of feruent heat, ...
Sonnet X
... as she doth laugh at me & makes my pain her sport ...
Sonnet XVII
... the charming smiles, that rob sence from the hart: ...
Sonnet LI
... her hardnes blame which I should more co[m]mend ...
Poem 11
... That al the woods should answer and your echo ring ...
Poem 3
... The woods shall to you answer and your Eccho ring ...
Poem 23
... Which from the earth, which they may long possesse, ...
Sonnet XXII
... on which my thoughts doo day and night attend ...
