#edmund spenser

[dame-de-pique]

Edmund Spenser - The Faerie Queene, Imprint: London: G. Routledge & Co., 1853

[lepetitdragonvert]

The Faerie Queen by Edmund Spenser

1953

Artist : John Austen

[anghraine]

I should be working on my dissertation, and have been, but I thought it'd be fun (for me :P) to loop you all in somehow. Therefore I bring you a very silly poll!

*best means whatever it means to you; feel free to propagandize

**yes, I deliberately excluded Shakespeare (from the poll, not the dissertation, lol)

[illustratus]

[uwmspeccoll]

Wood Engraving Wednesday

HILDA QUICK

This week we present a selection of hand-colored wood engravings by the Cornish engraver and illustrator Hilda Quick (1895-1978)f rom the 8-volume fine press edition of The Works of Edmund Spenser, printed in Oxford at the Shakespeare Head Press for the publisher Basil Blackwell in an edition of 375 copies from 1930 to 1932. Quick also cut all the initials and display type that were designed by British painter and calligrapher Joscelyne Gaskin (1903-1993).

Hilda Quick was born in the town Penzance at the southern point of Cornwall, where she lived a good portion of her life, with her final 25 years of her life spent at St. Agnes, the southernmost inhabited island in the Isles of Scilly. She studied at the Central School of Arts and Crafts in London where she was trained in wood engraving by the influential wood engraver and educator Noel Rooke (1881–1953). Quick’s engravings are simple, dynamic, and elegant, and we hope to display more of her engravings from this edition in the future.

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[the-evil-clergyman]

Illustration from Edmund Spenser’s The Faerie Queene by Walter Crane (1895)

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Then came old January, wrapped well In many weeds to keep the cold away; Yet did he quake and quiver like to quell, And blowe his nayles to warme them if he may: For they were numbd with holding all the day An hatchet keene, with which he felled wood, And from the trees did lop the needlesse spray: Upon an huge great earth-pot steane he stood, From whose wide mouth there flowed forth the Romane floud.

~ Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queen

[americas1suiteheart]

I saw Set It Off and Ice Nine Kills last night with two friends, let me tell you guys I almost died but that shit was so worth it

[pirate-melody]

edmund spenser really said, i'm gonna make redcrosse knight the himboest of all the himbos, and I respect that.

[hauntedwonderlandpoetry]

There is nothing lost that maybe found if sought

Marianne in particular would have relished. Towards the end, as she recovers from her great disappointment, she listens tranquilly as Colonel Brandon reads from a small brown volume the size of a hymn book. We only hear a few lines:

Nor is the earth the less, or loseth ought,

For whatsoever from one place doth fall,

Is with the tide unto another brought:

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

[queer-ragnelle]

It's not Arthurian, but have you ever read The Fairy Queene? If so would you share your thoughts?

No, but I've been meaning to. So many things to read, so little time!

[apesoformythoughts]

Then came October full of merry glee...

— Edmund Spenser: The Faerie Queene

[ineedtoreadmorepoetry]

My Love Is Like to Ice by Edmund Spenser

My love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold, But that I burn much more in boiling sweat, And feel my flames augmented manifold? What more miraculous thing may be told, That dire, which all things melts, should harden ice, And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold, Should kindle fire by wonderful device? Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind.

[hyperions-fate]

Of all poets, Edmund Spenser was the most hopelessly evil. Imagine publishing a pamphlet calling for the genocide of the native Irish (through artificial famine, as if to lend your murderous spiel future resonance), only to be surprised when said natives burn your home down and send you back to die penniless in London. A truly poetic end.

[whencyclopedia]

CHECK out this cool project!

A text-faithful prose rendering of the 1590s epic poem (The Faerie Queene) by Rebecca K. Reynolds, with nearly eighty new illustrations by Justin Gerard.

[liketwoswansinbalance]

This reminded me of Rhian.