Much can they praise the trees so straight and high, The sailing pine,the cedar proud and tall, The vine-prop elm, the poplar… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away: Again I wrote it with… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
There learned arts do flourish in great honour And poets's wits are had in peerless price; Religion hath lay power, to rest… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“Yet gold all is not, that doth gold seem, Nor all good knights, that shake well spear and shield: The worth of… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it, For that your self ye daily such doe see: But the trew fayre,… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“ One Day I Wrote Her Name Upon the Strand One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“ My Love Is Like To Ice, And I To Fire My love is like to ice, and I to fire; How… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
The poets scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“All this world's glory seemeth vain to me, And all their shows but shadows, saving she.” — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring, His trumpet shrill hath thrice already sounded. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
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,… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“The whiles some one did chaunt this louely lay; Ah see, who so faire thing doest faine to see, In springing flowre the image… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“There is nothing lost, but may be found, if sought. (No hay nada perdido, que no pueda encontrarse, si se lo busca)” — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“It is the mynd, that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happie, rich or poore: For some, that hath abundance at his… — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
