Artist: Edmund Spenser
Lyrics of Artist: Edmund Spenser
Lyrics of Artist: Edmund Spenser
[Lyric] Prothalamion (Edmund Spenser)
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play— A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan’s beams, which then did glister fair; When I (whom sullen care, Through discontent of my long fruitless stay In princes’ court, and expectation vain Of idle hopes, which still do fly away Like empty shadows,...Learn MoremiscEdmund Spenser[Lyric] Amoretti: Sonnet 77 (Edmund Spenser)
Was it a dreame, or did I see it playne, a goodly table of pure yvory: all spred with juncats, fit to entertayne the greatest Prince with pompous roialty. Mongst which there in a silver dish did ly twoo golden apples of unvalewd price: far passing those which Hercules came by, or those which Atalanta did entice: Exceeding...Learn MoremiscEdmund Spenser[Lyric] One Day I Wrote Her Name upon the Strand (Edmund Spenser)
Sonnet LXXV from Amoretti One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide and made my pains his prey. Vain man (said she) that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize; For I myself shall like to this decay, And eke my name be wiped...Learn MoremiscEdmund Spenser[Lyric] Amoretti: Sonnet 57 (Edmund Spenser)
Sweet warriour when shall I have peace with you? High time it is, this warre now ended were: which I no lenger can endure to sue, ne your incessant battry more to beare: So weake my powres, so sore my wounds appeare, that wonder is how I should live a jot, seeing my hart through launched every where with thousand arrowes,...Learn MoremiscEdmund Spenser[Lyric] Amoretti: Sonnet 55 (Edmund Spenser)
So oft as I her beauty doe behold, And therewith doe her cruelty compare: I marvaile of what substance was the mould the which her made attonce so cruell faire. Not earth: for her high thoghts more heavenly are; not water: for her love doth burne like fyre; not ayre: for she is not so light or rare; not fyre: for she doth...Learn MoremiscEdmund Spenser[Lyric] Amoretti: Sonnet 56 (Edmund Spenser)
Fayre ye be sure, but cruell and unkind, As is a Tygre that with greedinesse hunts after bloud, when he by chance doth find a feeble beast, doth felly him oppresse. Fayre be ye sure but proud and pittilesse, as is a storme, that all things doth prostrate: finding a tree alone all comfortlesse, beats on it strongly it to...Learn MoremiscEdmund Spenser[Lyric] Amoretti: Sonnet 80 (Edmund Spenser)
After so long a race as I have run Through Faery land, which those six books compile, give leave to rest me being halfe fordonne, and gather to my selfe new breath awhile. Then as a steed refreshed after toyle, Out of my prison I will breake anew: and stoutly will that second worke assoyle, with strong endevour and attention...Learn MoremiscEdmund Spenser