Edmund Spenser (Эдмунд Спенсер) (1552-1599) English poet
Poems - A Ditty
- A Hymn in Honour of Beauty
- A Hymne of Heavenly Love
- Amoretti 1. Happy, ye leaves! when as those lilly hands (rus)
- Amoretti 2. Unquiet thought! whom at the first I bred
- Amoretti 3. The soverayne beauty which I doo admyre (rus)
- Amoretti 4. New yeare, forth looking out of Ianus gate
- Amoretti 6. Be nought dismayd that her unmoved mind
- Amoretti 7. Fayre eyes! the myrrour of my mazed hart
- Amoretti 8. More then most faire, full of the living fire
- Amoretti 9. Long-while I sought to what I might compare
- Amoretti 10. Unrighteous Lord of love, what law is this
- Amoretti 12. One day I sought with her hart-thrilling eies
- Amoretti 14. Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd
- Amoretti 15. Ye tradefull Merchants, that, with weary toyle
- Amoretti 16. One day as I unwarily did gaze
- Amoretti 17. The glorious pourtraict of that angels face
- Amoretti 19. The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring (rus)
- Amoretti 20. In vaine I seeke and sew to her for grace
- Amoretti 21. Was it the worke of Nature or of Art
- Amoretti 22. THis holy season, fit to fast and pray
- Amoretti 23. Penelope, for her Ulisses sake
- Amoretti 24. When I behold that beauties wonderment
- Amoretti 25. How long shall this lyke-dying lyfe endure
- Amoretti 27. Faire Proud! now tell me, why should faire be proud
- Amoretti 29. See! how the stubborne damzell doth deprave
- Amoretti 30. My Love is lyke to yse, and I to fyre (rus)
- Amoretti 31. Ah! why hath Nature to so hard a hart
- Amoretti 33. Great wrong I doe, I can it not deny
- Amoretti 35. My hungry eyes, through greedy covetize
- Amoretti 36. Tell me, when shall these wearie woes have end
- Amoretti 37. What guyle is this, that those her golden tresses (rus)
- Amoretti 38. Arion, when, through tempests cruel wracke
- Amoretti 40. Mark when she smiles with amiable cheare
- Amoretti 42. The love which me so cruelly tormenteth
- Amoretti 44. When those renoumed noble peres of Greece
- Amoretti 45. Leave, Lady! in your glasse of cristall clene
- Amoretti 47. Trust not the treason of those smyling lookes
- Amoretti 48. Innocent paper! whom too cruell hand
- Amoretti 50. Long languishing in double malady
- Amoretti 51. Doe I not see that fayrest ymages
- Amoretti 52. So oft as homeward I from her depart
- Amoretti 53. The panther, knowing that his spotted hyde
- Amoretti 54. Of this worlds theatre in which we stay (rus)
- Amoretti 56. Fayre ye be sure, but cruell and unkind
- Amoretti 57. Sweet warriour! when shall I have peace with you?
- Amoretti 58. Weake is th’assurance that weake flesh reposeth
- Amoretti 60. They that in course of heavenly spheares are skild
- Amoretti 61. The glorious image of the Makers beautie
- Amoretti 62. The weary yeare his race now having run (rus)
- Amoretti 64. Comming to kisse her lyps
- Amoretti 66. To all those happy blessings which ye have
- Amoretti 67. Lyke as a huntsman, after weary chace
- Amoretti 69. The famous warriors of the anticke world
- Amoretti 70. Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king
- Amoretti 71. I ioy to see how, in your drawen work
- Amoretti 72. Oft when my spirit doth spred her bolder winges
- Amoretti 74. Most happy letters! fram’d by skilfull trade
- Amoretti 75. One day I wrote her name upon the strand
- Amoretti 76. Fayre bosome! fraught with vertues richest tresure
- Amoretti 78. Lackyng my Love, I go from place to place
- Amoretti 79. Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it
- Amoretti 80. After so long a race as I have run
- Amoretti 81. Fayre is my Love, when her fayre golden haires
- Amoretti 83. Let not one sparke of filthy lustfull fyre
- Amoretti 84. The world, that cannot deeme of worthy things
- Amoretti 85. Venemous tongue, tipt with vile adders sting
- Amoretti 87. Since I have lackt the comfort of that light
- Amoretti 88. Lyke as the culver on the bared bough
- “And Is There Care in Heaven, and Is There Love”
- Astrophel
- “Colin Clouts Come Home Againe”
- Easter
- Epithalamion
- Iambicum Trimetrum
- Mutability
- Poem 1. YE learned sisters which haue oftentimes
- Poem 6. My loue is now awake out of her dreame
- Prothalamion
- Ruins of Rome, by Bellay
- So Let Us Love
- The Shepheardes Calender. Ægloga 1. Ianuarye (rus)
- The Shepheardes Calender. Ægloga 2. Februarie (rus)
- The Shepheardes Calender. Ægloga 3. March (rus)
- The Shepheardes Calender. Ægloga 4. Aprill (rus)
- The Shepheardes Calender. Ægloga 5. Maye (rus)
- The Shepheardes Calender. Ægloga 6. Iune (rus)
- The Shepheardes Calender. Ægloga 7. Iulye (rus)
- The Shepheardes Calender. Ægloga 8. August (rus)
- The Shepheardes Calender. Ægloga 9. September (rus)
- The Shepheardes Calender. Ægloga 10. October (rus)
- The Shepheardes Calender. Ægloga 11. Nouember (rus)
- The Shepheardes Calender. Ægloga 12. December (rus)
- The Tamed Deer
- The Visions of Petrarch
- Virgils Gnat
- Visions of the Worlds Vanitie
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