Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Edmund Spenser Poems

1. A Ditty 1/4/2003
2. A Hymn In Honour Of Beauty 1/3/2003
3. A Hymn Of Heavenly Beauty 1/3/2003
4. Amoretti Iii: The Sovereign Beauty 1/3/2003
5. Amoretti Lxvii: Like As A Huntsman 1/3/2003
6. Amoretti Lxviii: Most Glorious Lord Of Life 1/1/2004
7. Amoretti Lxxiv: Most Happy Letters 1/3/2003
8. Amoretti Lxxix: Men Call You Fair 1/1/2004
9. Amoretti Lxxv: One Day I Wrote Her Name 1/3/2003
10. Amoretti Xxii: This Holy Season 1/1/2004
11. An Hymn In Honour Of Beauty 1/1/2004
12. An Hymn Of Heavenly Beauty 1/1/2004
13. An Hymne In Honour Of Love 4/7/2010
14. An Hymne Of Heavenly Love 4/7/2010
15. And Is There Care In Heaven, And Is There Love 4/7/2010
16. Astrophel 1/3/2003
17. Colin Clouts Come Home Againe 4/7/2010
18. Easter 1/4/2003
19. Epithalamion 1/4/2003
20. From 'Daphnaida' 1/4/2003
21. Iambicum Trimetrum 1/3/2003
22. Ice And Fire 1/3/2003
23. Muiopotmos, Or The Fate Of The Butterflie 4/7/2010
24. Mutability 1/3/2003
25. My Love Is Like To Ice 1/3/2003
26. Poem 1 12/31/2002
27. Poem 10 12/31/2002
28. Poem 11 12/31/2002
29. Poem 12 12/31/2002
30. Poem 13 12/31/2002
31. Poem 14 12/31/2002
32. Poem 15 12/31/2002
33. Poem 16 12/31/2002
34. Poem 17 12/31/2002
35. Poem 18 12/31/2002
36. Poem 19 12/31/2002
37. Poem 2 12/31/2002
38. Poem 20 12/31/2002
39. Poem 21 12/31/2002
40. Poem 22 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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