Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Edmund Spenser Poems

1. Whilst It Is Prime 1/4/2003
2. Visions Of The Worlds Vanitie. 1/3/2003
3. Virgils Gnat 4/7/2010
4. The Visions Of Petrarch 4/7/2010
5. The Teares Of The Muses 4/7/2010
6. The Tamed Deer 1/3/2003
7. The Shepheardes Calender: September 4/7/2010
8. The Shepheardes Calender: October 1/1/2004
9. The Shepheardes Calender: November 4/7/2010
10. The Shepheardes Calender: May 4/7/2010
11. The Shepheardes Calender: March 4/7/2010
12. The Shepheardes Calender: June 4/7/2010
13. The Shepheardes Calender: July 4/7/2010
14. The Shepheardes Calender: Januarie 4/7/2010
15. The Shepheardes Calender: Februarie 4/7/2010
16. The Shepheardes Calender: December 4/7/2010
17. The Shepheardes Calender: August 4/7/2010
18. The Shepheardes Calender: April 1/1/2004
19. The Ruines Of Time 4/7/2010
20. The Faerie Qveene 4/7/2010
21. The Faerie Queene: Book I, Canto I 1/1/2004
22. The Faerie Queene, Book Vi, Canto X 1/1/2004
23. The Faerie Queene, Book Iii, Canto Vi 1/1/2004
24. The Faerie Queene, Book I, Canto Iv (Excerpts) 1/1/2004
25. The Faerie Queene (Dedicatory Sonnets) -new- 4/16/2015
26. Sonnet Xxxviii 12/31/2002
27. Sonnet Xxxvii 12/31/2002
28. Sonnet Xxxvi 12/31/2002
29. Sonnet Xxxv 12/31/2002
30. Sonnet Xxxix 12/31/2002
31. Sonnet Xxxiiii 12/31/2002
32. Sonnet Xxxiii 12/31/2002
33. Sonnet Xxxii 12/31/2002
34. Sonnet Xxxi 12/31/2002
35. Sonnet Xxx 12/31/2002
36. Sonnet Xxviii 12/31/2002
37. Sonnet Xxvii 12/31/2002
38. Sonnet Xxvi 12/31/2002
39. Sonnet Xxv 12/31/2002
40. Sonnet Xxix 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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Poem 20

BVt let stil Silence trew night watches keepe,
That sacred peace may in assurance rayne,
And tymely sleep, when it is tyme to sleepe,
May poure his limbs forth on your pleasant playne,
The whiles an hundred little winged loues,
Like diuers fethered doues,
Shall fly and flutter round about your bed,
And in the secret darke, that none reproues,
Their prety stealthes shal worke, & snares shal spread

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