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12 de abr. de 2024 · Sonnet Lxxvii. the greatest Prince with pompous roialty. or those which Atalanta did entice. By loue himselfe and in his garden plaste. my thoughts the guests, which would thereon haue fedd. Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne, a goodly table of pure yvory: all spred with iuncats, fit to entertayne, the greatest Prince with pompous roialty. Mo.
15 de abr. de 2024 · Edmund Spenser (; 1552/1553 – 13 January 1599) was an English poet best known for The Faerie Queene, an epic poem and fantastical allegory celebrating the Tudor dynasty and Elizabeth I. He is recognized as one of the premier craftsmen of nascent Modern English verse and is often considered one of the greatest poets in the English language. Life.
9 de abr. de 2024 · Ye heavenly spirites, whose ashie cinders lie. Under deep ruines, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the which shall never die. Through your faire verses, ne in ashes rest; If so be shrilling voyce of wight alive. May reach from hence to depth of darkest hell, Then let those deep abysses open rive,
8 de abr. de 2024 · Sonnet 75. One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Agayne I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tyde, and made my paynes his pray. "Vayne man," sayd she, "that doest in vaine assay. A mortall thing so to immortalize,
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17 de abr. de 2024 · Being one day at my window all alone, So manie strange things happened me to see, As much it grieueth me to thinke thereon. At my right hand a Hynde appear'd to mee, So faire as mote the greatest
25 de abr. de 2024 · Sonnet Xvi. ONe day as I vnwarily did gaze. on those fayre eyes my loues immortall light: the whiles my stonisht hart stood in amaze, through sweet illusion of her lookes delight. I mote perceiue how in her glauncing sight, legions of loues with little wings did fly: darting their deadly arrowes fyry bright.
