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17 de may. de 2024 · Whilst It Is Prime. Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king, In whose cote-armour richly are displayd. All sorts of flowers, the which on earth do spring, In goodly colours gloriously arrayd-. Goe to my love, where she is carelesse layd, Yet in her winters bowre not well awake; Tell her the joyous time wil not be staid,
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8 de may. de 2024 · Captivity thence captive, us to win: This joyous day, deare Lord, with joy begin; And grant that we, for whom thou diddest dye, Being with Thy deare blood clene washt from sin, May live for ever in felicity! And that Thy love we weighing worthily, May likewise love Thee for the same againe; And for Thy sake, that all lyke deare didst buy,
Hace 3 días · Title: Spenser's Faerie Queene, Vol. 2 (of 3)Author: Edmund Spenser
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Hace 4 días · In it, Spenser details the Tudor conquest of Ireland, the resulting rebellions and his opinion that Irish culture should be eradicated. In 1598-1599, during an uprising, Irish rebels burned down Spenser's home, forcing him and his family to flee. Three weeks later, on 13 January 1599, he died. Many later English poets learned the art of ...
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Hace 13 horas · Letra de Sonnet To Spenser. Spenser! a jealous honourer of thine, A forester deep in thy midmost trees, Did last eve ask my promise to refine. Some English that might strive thine ear to please. But Elfin Poet 'tis impossible. For an inhabitant of wintry earth. To rise like Phoebus with a golden quill.
