Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Edmund Spenser Poems

1. The Faerie Queene (Dedicatory Sonnets) 4/16/2015
2. Amoretti LXXXI: Fayre Is My Love, When Her Fayre Golden Heares 10/30/2015
3. Amoretti XXX: My Love Is Like To Ice, And I To Fire 10/30/2015
4. ['Joy of my life, full oft for loving you'] 1/23/2016
5. Amoretti I: Happy ye leaves when as those lilly hands 1/25/2016
6. Sonnet Xxxv 12/31/2002
7. Sonnet Xxxix 12/31/2002
8. Sonnet Xxxviii 12/31/2002
9. Sonnet Xxxii 12/31/2002
10. The Shepheardes Calender: June 4/7/2010
11. The Shepheardes Calender: December 4/7/2010
12. Sonnet Xxxi 12/31/2002
13. Poem 97 12/31/2002
14. The Shepheardes Calender: July 4/7/2010
15. The Shepheardes Calender: September 4/7/2010
16. Sonnet Xxv 12/31/2002
17. The Shepheardes Calender: Februarie 4/7/2010
18. The Shepheardes Calender: May 4/7/2010
19. Sonnet Vii 12/31/2002
20. The Shepheardes Calender: August 4/7/2010
21. Sonnet Lxxxiii 12/31/2002
22. Sonnet Lxxxii 12/31/2002
23. Poem 6 12/31/2002
24. Poem 5 12/31/2002
25. Sonnet Xxxvi 12/31/2002
26. Sonnet Lxxxiiii 12/31/2002
27. Sonnet Lxxxviii 12/31/2002
28. The Shepheardes Calender: November 4/7/2010
29. Sonnet Lxxvi 12/31/2002
30. Sonnet Lxxi 12/31/2002
31. Sonnet Xxix 12/31/2002
32. Sonnet Liii 12/31/2002
33. Sonnet L 12/31/2002
34. Sonnet Lxxxv 12/31/2002
35. The Ruines Of Time 4/7/2010
36. Sonnet Liiii 12/31/2002
37. Sonnet Lx 12/31/2002
38. Sonnet Xxxiii 12/31/2002
39. Poem 92 12/31/2002
40. Poem 12 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Edmund Spenser

My Love Is Like To Ice

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 fire, which all things melts, should harden ice,
And ice, which is congeal's with senseless cold,
Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle ...

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Iambicum Trimetrum

Unhappy verse, the witness of my unhappy state,
Make thy self flutt'ring wings of thy fast flying
Thought, and fly forth unto my love, wheresoever she be:
Whether lying restless in heavy bed, or else
Sitting so cheerless at the cheerful board, or else
Playing alone careless on her heavenly virginals.
If in bed, tell her, that my eyes can take no rest:
If at board, tell her, that my mouth can eat no meat:
If at her virginals, tell her, I can hear no mirth.

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