Edmund Spenser - There is continual spring, and harvest there Conti

There is continual spring, and harvest there Continual, both meeting at one time: For both the boughs do laughing blossoms bear, And with fresh colours deck the wanton prime, And eke attonce the heavy trees they climb, Which seem to labour under their fruits load: The whiles the joyous birds make their pastime Amongst the shady leaves, their sweet above, And their true loves without suspicion tell abroad.

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Spenser, Edmund. The Faerie Queene. William Ponsonby, 1590.

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About the Author

Edmund Spenser

Born: January 13, 1599
Died: January 13, 1599
Nationality: English
Profession: Poet

Biography

Edmund Spenser 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 is often considered one of the greatest poets in the English language.

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