Poetic Openings : Edmund Spenser to Edmund Spenser

Poet : Edmund Spenser : Poem : Sonnet Lxix : First Line : FAyre cruell, why are ye so fierce and cruell?
Poet : Edmund Spenser : Poem : Sonnet Lxv : First Line : THe doubt which ye misdeeme, fayre loue, is vaine
Poet : Edmund Spenser : Poem : Sonnet Lxvi : First Line : TO all those happy blessings which ye haue,
Poet : Edmund Spenser : Poem : Sonnet Lxvii : First Line : Lyke as a huntsman after weary chace,
Poet : Edmund Spenser : Poem : Sonnet Lxviii : First Line : MOst glorious Lord of lyfe that on this day,

Poet : Edmund Spenser : Poem : Sonnet Lxx : First Line : FResh spring the herald of loues mighty king,
Poet : Edmund Spenser : Poem : Sonnet Lxxi : First Line : I Ioy to see how in your drawen work,
Poet : Edmund Spenser : Poem : Sonnet Lxxii : First Line : OFt when my spirit doth spred her bolder winges,
Poet : Edmund Spenser : Poem : Sonnet Lxxiii : First Line : BEing my selfe captyued here in care,
Poet : Edmund Spenser : Poem : Sonnet Lxxiiii : First Line : MOst happy letters fram'd by skilfull trade,

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