Edmund Spenser Quotes

Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love?- Epithalamion

Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love?- Epithalamion

Edmund Spenser

Tags: love, separation, weariness

So furiously each other did assayle, As if their soules they would attonce haue rent Out of their brests, that streames of bloud did rayle Adowne, as if their springes of life were spent; That all the...

So furiously each other did assayle, As if their soules they would attonce haue rent Out of their brests, that streames of bloud did rayle Adowne, as if their springes of life were spent; That all the...

Edmund Spenser

Tags: friendship, malice

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Edmund Spenser (; 1552/1553 – 13 January O.S. 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 he is considered one of the great poets in the English language.

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

Edmund Spenser

Tags: finding, the faerie queene

Aye me, how many perils do enfoldThe righteous man, to make him daily fall?Were not, that heavenly grace doth him uphold,And steadfast truth acquite him out of all.

Aye me, how many perils do enfoldThe righteous man, to make him daily fall?Were not, that heavenly grace doth him uphold,And steadfast truth acquite him out of all.

Edmund Spenser

Tags: perils, righteous, truth

O what auailes it of immortall seedTo beene ybred and neuer borne to die?Farre better I it deeme to die with speed,Then waste in woe and wailefull miserie.Who dyes the vtmost dolour doth abye,But who...

O what auailes it of immortall seedTo beene ybred and neuer borne to die?Farre better I it deeme to die with speed,Then waste in woe and wailefull miserie.Who dyes the vtmost dolour doth abye,But who...

Edmund Spenser

Ah lucklesse babe, borne vnder cruell starre,And in dead parents balefull ashes bred,Full litle weenest thou, what sorrowes areLeft thee for portion of thy liuelihed,Poore Orphane in the wide world sc...

Ah lucklesse babe, borne vnder cruell starre,And in dead parents balefull ashes bred,Full litle weenest thou, what sorrowes areLeft thee for portion of thy liuelihed,Poore Orphane in the wide world sc...

Edmund Spenser

For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

Edmund Spenser

For love is a celestial harmonyOf likely hearts compos'd of stars' concent,Which join together in sweet sympathy,To work each other's joy and true content,Which they have harbour'd since their first d...

For love is a celestial harmonyOf likely hearts compos'd of stars' concent,Which join together in sweet sympathy,To work each other's joy and true content,Which they have harbour'd since their first d...

Edmund Spenser

Tags: love, platonic love, religion

And he that strives to touch the starsOft stumbles at a straw.

And he that strives to touch the starsOft stumbles at a straw.

Edmund Spenser

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,But came the waves and washèd it away:Again I wrote it with a second hand,But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.

One day I wrote her name upon the strand,But came the waves and washèd it away:Again I wrote it with a second hand,But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.

Edmund Spenser

Tags: writing

Ah for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage,These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage?The keene cold blowes throug my beaten hyde,All as I were through the body gryde.My ragged rontes all shiver and shake,As...

Ah for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage,These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage?The keene cold blowes throug my beaten hyde,All as I were through the body gryde.My ragged rontes all shiver and shake,As...

Edmund Spenser

The whiles some one did chaunt this louely lay;Ah see, who so faire thing doest faine to see,In springing flowre the image of thy day;Ah see the Virgin Rose, how sweetly sheeDoth first peepe forth wit...

The whiles some one did chaunt this louely lay;Ah see, who so faire thing doest faine to see,In springing flowre the image of thy day;Ah see the Virgin Rose, how sweetly sheeDoth first peepe forth wit...

Edmund Spenser

All this world's glory seemeth vain to me,And all their shows but shadows, saving she.

All this world's glory seemeth vain to me,And all their shows but shadows, saving she.

Edmund Spenser

Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it,For that your self ye daily such doe see:But the trew fayre, that is the gentle wit,And vertuous mind, is much more praysd of me.For all the rest, how ever fa...

Men call you fayre, and you doe credit it,For that your self ye daily such doe see:But the trew fayre, that is the gentle wit,And vertuous mind, is much more praysd of me.For all the rest, how ever fa...

Edmund Spenser

Tags: british literature, edmund spenser, poetry, sonnet

Here haue I cause, in men iust blame to find,That in their proper prayse too partiall bee,And not indifferent to woman kind,To whom no share in armes and cheualrieThey do impart, ne maken memorieOf th...

Here haue I cause, in men iust blame to find,That in their proper prayse too partiall bee,And not indifferent to woman kind,To whom no share in armes and cheualrieThey do impart, ne maken memorieOf th...

Edmund Spenser

The poet's scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. The Genius survives all else is claimed by death.

The poet's scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. The Genius survives all else is claimed by death.

Edmund Spenser

Tags: genius

[...] one louing howreFor many yeares of sorrow can dispence:A dram of sweet is worth a pound of sowre

[...] one louing howreFor many yeares of sorrow can dispence:A dram of sweet is worth a pound of sowre

Edmund Spenser

He seekes out mighty charmes , to trouble sleepy mindes.

He seekes out mighty charmes , to trouble sleepy mindes.

Edmund Spenser

One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washéd 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 va...

One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washéd 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 va...

Edmund Spenser

O why doe wretched men so much desire,To draw their dayes vnto the vtmost date,And doe not rather wish them soone expire,Knowing the miserie of their estate,And thousand perills which them still awate...

O why doe wretched men so much desire,To draw their dayes vnto the vtmost date,And doe not rather wish them soone expire,Knowing the miserie of their estate,And thousand perills which them still awate...

Edmund Spenser