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Poetry Sunday: Edmund Spenser

Sonnet LXXII by Edmund Spenser

 OFt when my spirit doth spred her bolder winges,
In mind to mount vp to the purest sky:
it down is weighd with thoght of earthly things:
and clogd with burden of mortality,
Where when that souerayne beauty it doth spy,
resembling heauens glory in her light:
drawne with sweet pleasures bayt, it back doth fly,
and vnto heauen forgets her former flight. 49 more words

TTT: Characters You Wish You'd Met In High School

Or books?

Top Ten Tuesday is a meme by The Broke And The Bookish.


Basically, I needed to be reading more diverse characters and not just moving from Artemis Fowl to Harry Potter, with periodic guest appearance from Mia Thermopolis. 514 more words

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The Po-Mo Invasion of Renaissance England (Book Review from January 2006)

Review of Murray Roston’sTradition and Subversion in Renaissance Literature: Studies in Shakespeare, Spenser, Jonson, and Donne (Pittsburgh: Duquesne University Press, 2007)

This collection of stimulating essays explores familiar sites of aporetic conflict between traditional fidelity and subversive innovation within English Renaissance poetry and drama. 1,328 more words

Sir Walter Ralegh - a few poems

The poems I read today are similarly to the previous ones quite bitter. “Farewell, false love” is a long list of all the bad things that love is – a poisoned serpent covered all with flowers, a maze, a raging cloud etc. 430 more words


Next up - The Faerie Queene

I’m reading this or two reasons— I already have a copy, which I picked up for 10p, and because it’s on the list of… 242 more words


Edmund Spenser - "Epithalamion" (the end)

The day drags on and the poet implores the hours to move more swiftly. Finally the sun sets down and the evening star (Venus) appears in the sky, signifying it it time for bed. 488 more words


Edmund Spenser - "Epithalamion" (ctd.)

The beauty of the bride, however, is nothing in comparison with her virtues – if you could see them, the poet says, you would be as awe-struck as somebody who has seen Medusa’s head. 357 more words