Edmund Spenser
Edmund Spenser
Edmund Spenserwas 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...
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ProfessionPoet
sweet growing-up nuts
Sweet is the rose, but grows upon a brere; Sweet is the juniper, but sharp his bough; Sweet is the eglantine, but stiketh nere; Sweet is the firbloome, but its braunches rough; Sweet is the cypress, but its rynd is tough; Sweet is the nut, but bitter is his pill; Sweet is the broome-flowre, but yet sowre enough; And sweet is moly, but his root is ill.
song sovereign nightingales
The nightingale is sovereign of song.
fire envy rising
Rising glory occasions the greatest envy, as kindling fire the greatest smoke.
pleasure paine
And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.
mistake flesh frailty
All flesh doth frailty breed!
morning stars drawing
Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.
gratitude angel thankfulness
Thankfulness is the tune of angels.
free-will praise goodness
For if good were not praised more than ill, None would chuse goodness of his own free will.
yield brave spurs
Who would ever care to do brave deed, Or strive in virtue others to excel, If none should yield him his deserved meed Due praise, that is the spur of doing well? For if good were not praised more than ill, None would choose goodness of his own free will.
war sight wrath
Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.
sweet breathing play
Sweet breathing Zephyrus did softly play, A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair
war men steel
Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
order names yeoman
And through the hall there walked to and fro A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same, Whose name was Appetite; he did bestow Both guestes and meate, whenever in they came, And knew them how to order without blame.
wings poetry flying
Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought