
- The Shepheardes Calender: And all for love, and nothing for reward.
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- Edmund Spenser
- English
- 04 April 2019 Edmund Spenser
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õ A94076632E ½ Reader Ñ The Shepheardes Calender: And all for love, and nothing for reward. ß Edmund Spenser 0DAA21F16A Edmund Spenser was born in in Spenser was born inin East Smithfield, London Here we publish The Shepheardes Clendar a much admired work that was first published inIn July of , he departed for Ireland in the service of the newly appointed Lord Deputy, Arthur Grey, th Baron Grey de Wilton Grey was recalled but Spenser stayed, having now acquired official posts and lands in the Munster Plantation In , Spenser brought out the first three books The Shepheardes Calender: And all for love, and nothing for reward. of his most famous work, The Faerie Queene Its success enabled him Reader Ñ The Shepheardes Calender: And all for love, and nothing for reward.
ß Edmund Spenser to obtain a life pension ofa year from the Queen In , Spenser wrote a prose pamphlet titled, A View of the Present State of Ireland This piece, in the form of a dialogue, circulated in manuscript, argued that Ireland would never be totally pacified by the English until its indigenous language and customs had been destroyed, if necessary by violence In , Spenser traveled to London, where he died at the age of forty six His coffin was carried to his grave in Westminster Abbey by other poets, who threw many pens and pieces of poetry into his grave with many tears
Go, little book The Shepheardes Calender: And all for love, and nothing for reward. thyself present,As child whose parent is unkent,To him that is the PresidentOf Nobleness and Chivalry And if that Envy bark at thee,As sure it will, for succour fleeUnder the shadow of his wing.
And, asked who thee forth did bring,A shepheard s swain, say, did thee sing,All as his straying flock he fed And, when his Honour has thee read,Crave pardon for thy hardyhed.
But, if that any ask thy name,Say, thou wert base begot with blame Forthy thereof thou takest shame.
And TO HIS BOOK.
Go, little book The Shepheardes Calender: And all for love, and nothing for reward. thyself present,As child whose parent is unkent,To him that is the PresidentOf Nobleness and Chivalry And if that Envy bark at thee,As sure it will, for succour fleeUnder the shadow of his wing.
And, asked who thee forth did bring,A shepheard s swain, say, did thee sing,All as his straying flock he fed And, when his Honour has thee read,Crave pardon for th