From Amoretti LXXV By Edmund Spenser

From Amoretti LXXV By Edmund Spenser 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 […]

Easter By Edmund Spenser

Easter By Edmund Spenser Most glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day,Didst make Thy triumph over death and sin;And, having harrowd hell, didst bring awayCaptivity thence captive, us to win:This joyous day, deare Lord, with joy begin;And grant that we, for whom thou diddest dye,Being with Thy deare blood clene washt from sin,May live […]