Amoretti, by Edmund Spenser
Amoretti
by Edmund Spenser
- "Happy, ye leaves! when as those lilly hands"
- "Unquiet thought! whom at the first I bred"
- "The soverayne beauty which I doo admyre,"
- "New yeare, forth looking out of Ianus gate,"
- "Rudely thou wrongest my deare harts desire,"
- "Be nought dismayd that her unmoved mind"
- "Fayre eyes! the myrrour of my mazed hart,"
- "More then most faire, full of the living fire"
- "Long-while I sought to what I might compare"
- "Unrighteous Lord of love, what law is this,"
- "Dayly when I do seeke and sew for peace,"
- "One day I sought with her hart-thrilling eies"
- "In that proud port which her so goodly graceth,"
- "Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd,"
- "Ye tradefull Merchants, that, with weary toyle,"
- "One day as I unwarily did gaze"
- "The glorious pourtraict of that angels face,"
- "The rolling wheele that runneth often round,"
- "The merry cuckow, messenger of Spring,"
- "In vaine I seeke and sew to her for grace,"
- "Was it the worke of Nature or of Art,"
- "This holy season, fit to fast and pray,"
- "Penelope, for her Ulisses sake,"
- "When I behold that beauties wonderment,"
- "How long shall this lyke-dying lyfe endure,"
- "Sweet is the rose, but growes upon a brere;"
- "Faire Proud! now tell me, why should faire be proud,"
- "The laurel-leafe which you this day doe weare"
- "See! how the stubborne damzell doth deprave"
- "My Love is lyke to yse, and I to fyre:"
- "Ah! why hath Nature to so hard a hart"
- "The paynefull smith with force of fervent heat"
- "Great wrong I doe, I can it not deny,"
- "Lyke as a ship, that through the ocean wyde"
- "My hungry eyes, through greedy covetize"
- "Tell me, when shall these wearie woes have end;"
- "What guyle is this, that those her golden tresses"
- "Arion, when, through tempests cruel wracke,"
- "Sweet smile! the daughter of the Queene of Love,"
- "Mark when she smiles with amiable cheare,"
- "Is it her nature, or is it her will,"
- "The love which me so cruelly tormenteth"
- "Shall I then silent be, or shall I speake?"
- "When those renoumed noble peres of Greece"
- "Leave, Lady! in your glasse of cristall clene"
- "When my abodes prefixed time is spent,"
- "Trust not the treason of those smyling lookes,"
- "Innocent paper! whom too cruell hand"
- "Fayre Cruell! why are ye so fierce and cruell?"
- "Long languishing in double malady"
- "Doe I not see that fayrest ymages"
- "So oft as homeward I from her depart,"
- "The panther, knowing that his spotted hyde"
- "Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,"
- "So oft as I her beauty doe behold,"
- "Fayre ye be sure, but cruell and unkind,"
- "Sweet warriour! when shall I have peace with you?"
- "Weake is th’assurance that weake flesh reposeth"
- "Thrise happie she that is so well assured"
- "They that in course of heavenly spheares are skild"
- "The glorious image of the Makers beautie,"
- "The weary yeare his race now having run,"
- "After long stormes and tempests sad assay,"
- "Comming to kisse her lyps, (such grace I found,)"
- "The doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre Love, is vaine,"
- "To all those happy blessings which ye have"
- "Lyke as a huntsman, after weary chace,"
- "Most glorious Lord of lyfe! that on this day"
- "The famous warriors of the anticke world"
- "Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king,"
- "I ioy to see how, in your drawen work,"
- "Oft when my spirit doth spred her bolder winges,"
- "Being my self captyved here in care,"
- "Most happy letters! fram’d by skilfull trade,"
- "One day I wrote her name upon the strand,"
- "Fayre bosome! fraught with vertues richest tresure,
- "Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne?"
- "Lackyng my Love, I go from place to place,"
- "Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it,"
- "After so long a race as I have run"
- "Fayre is my Love, when her fayre golden haires"
- "Ioy of my life! full oft for loving you"
- "Let not one sparke of filthy lustfull fyre"
- "The world, that cannot deeme of worthy things,"
- "Venemous tongue, tipt with vile adders sting,"
- "Since I did leave the presence of my Love,"
- "Since I have lackt the comfort of that light"
- "Lyke as the culver on the bared bough"
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