Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Edmund Spenser Poems

1. ['Joy of my life, full oft for loving you'] 1/23/2016
2. A Ditty 1/4/2003
3. A Hymn In Honour Of Beauty 1/3/2003
4. A Hymn Of Heavenly Beauty 1/3/2003
5. Amoretti I: Happy ye leaves when as those lilly hands 1/25/2016
6. Amoretti Iii: The Sovereign Beauty 1/3/2003
7. Amoretti Lxvii: Like As A Huntsman 1/3/2003
8. Amoretti Lxviii: Most Glorious Lord Of Life 1/1/2004
9. Amoretti Lxxiv: Most Happy Letters 1/3/2003
10. Amoretti Lxxix: Men Call You Fair 1/1/2004
11. Amoretti Lxxv: One Day I Wrote Her Name 1/3/2003
12. Amoretti LXXXI: Fayre Is My Love, When Her Fayre Golden Heares 10/30/2015
13. Amoretti Xxii: This Holy Season 1/1/2004
14. Amoretti XXX: My Love Is Like To Ice, And I To Fire 10/30/2015
15. An Hymn In Honour Of Beauty 1/1/2004
16. An Hymn Of Heavenly Beauty 1/1/2004
17. An Hymne In Honour Of Love 4/7/2010
18. An Hymne Of Heavenly Love 4/7/2010
19. And Is There Care In Heaven, And Is There Love 4/7/2010
20. Astrophel 1/3/2003
21. Colin Clouts Come Home Againe 4/7/2010
22. Easter 1/4/2003
23. Epithalamion 1/4/2003
24. From 'Daphnaida' 1/4/2003
25. Iambicum Trimetrum 1/3/2003
26. Ice And Fire 1/3/2003
27. Muiopotmos, Or The Fate Of The Butterflie 4/7/2010
28. Mutability 1/3/2003
29. My Love Is Like To Ice 1/3/2003
30. Poem 1 12/31/2002
31. Poem 10 12/31/2002
32. Poem 11 12/31/2002
33. Poem 12 12/31/2002
34. Poem 13 12/31/2002
35. Poem 14 12/31/2002
36. Poem 15 12/31/2002
37. Poem 16 12/31/2002
38. Poem 17 12/31/2002
39. Poem 18 12/31/2002
40. Poem 19 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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