Edmund Spenser (1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)
YE learned sisters which haue oftentimes
beene to me ayding, others to adorne:
Whom ye thought worthy of your gracefull rymes,
That euen the greatest did not greatly scorne
To heare theyr names sung in your simply layes,
But ioyed in theyr prayse.
And when ye lift your owne mishaps to mourne,
Which death, or loue, or fortunes wreck did rayse,
Your string could soone to sadder tenor turne,
And teach the woods and waters to lament
Your dolefull dreriment.
Now lay those sorrowfull complaints aside,
And hauing all your heads with girland crownd,
Helpe me mine owne loues prayses to resound,
Ne let the same of any be enuide,
So Orpheus did for his owne bride,
So I vnto my selfe alone will sing,
The woods shall to me answer and my Eccho ring.
Edmund Spenser's Other Poems
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- Amoretti III: The Sovereign Beauty
- Amoretti LXVII: Like as a Huntsman
- Amoretti LXVIII: Most Glorious Lord of L...
- Amoretti LXXIV: Most Happy Letters
- Amoretti LXXIX: Men Call you Fair
- Amoretti LXXV: One Day I Wrote Her Name
- Amoretti XXII: This Holy Season
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- An Hymn Of Heavenly Beauty
- An Hymne In Honour Of Love
- An Hymne of Heavenly Love
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