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Search results for: sonnet | Found 863 Poems |
571. | Sonnet XVII by Edmund Spenser> | THe glorious portraict of that Angels face,
Made to amaze weake mens confused skil:
and this worlds worthlesse glory to embase,
what pen, what penc... |
572. | Sonnet LI by Edmund Spenser> | DOe I not see that fayrest ymages
Of hardest Marble are of purpose made?
for that they should endure through many ages,
ne let theyr famous monimen... |
573. | Sonnet XXII by Edmund Spenser> | THis holy season fit to fast and pray,
Men to deuotion ought to be inclynd:
therefore, I lykewise on so holy day,
for my sweet Saynt some seruice f... |
574. | Sonnet XLII by Edmund Spenser> | THe loue which me so cruelly tormenteth,
So pleasing is in my extreamest paine:
that all the more my sorrow it augmenteth,
the more I loue and doe ... |
575. | Sonnet XXIX by Edmund Spenser> | See how the stubborne damzell doth depraue
my simple meaning with disdaynfull scorne:
and by the bay which I vnto her gaue,
accoumpts my selfe her ... |
576. | Sonnet LXXXVIII by Edmund Spenser> | SInce I haue lackt the comfort of that light,
The which was wont to lead my thoughts astray:
I wander as in darkenesse of the night,
affrayd of eue... |
577. | Sonnet XLIII by Edmund Spenser> | SHall I then silent be or shall I speake?
And if I speake, her wrath renew I shall:
and if I silent be, my hart will breake,
or choked be with ouer... |
578. | Sonnet LV by Edmund Spenser> | SO oft as I her beauty doe behold,
And therewith doe her cruelty compare:
I maruaile of what substance was the mould
the which her made attonce so ... |
579. | Sonnet LXXII by Edmund Spenser> | OFt when my spirit doth spred her bolder winges,
In mind to mount vp to the purest sky:
it down is weighd with thoght of earthly things:
and clogd ... |
580. | Sonnet XLVIII by Edmund Spenser> | INnocent paper whom too cruell hand,
Did make the matter to auenge her yre:
and ere she could thy cause wel vnderstand,
did sacrifize vnto the gree... |
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