Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Edmund Spenser Poems

41. Poem 2 12/31/2002
42. Poem 20 12/31/2002
43. Poem 21 12/31/2002
44. Poem 22 12/31/2002
45. Poem 23 12/31/2002
46. Poem 24 12/31/2002
47. Poem 3 12/31/2002
48. Poem 4 12/31/2002
49. Poem 5 12/31/2002
50. Poem 6 12/31/2002
51. Poem 7 12/31/2002
52. Poem 8 12/31/2002
53. Poem 9 12/31/2002
54. Poem 90 12/31/2002
55. Poem 91 12/31/2002
56. Poem 92 12/31/2002
57. Poem 93 12/31/2002
58. Poem 94 12/31/2002
59. Poem 95 12/31/2002
60. Poem 96 12/31/2002
61. Poem 97 12/31/2002
62. Prosopopoia: Or Mother Hubbard's Tale 1/1/2004
63. Prothalamion 1/3/2003
64. Ruins Of Rome, By Bellay 1/3/2003
65. So Let Us Love 1/3/2003
66. Sonnet 54 1/13/2003
67. Sonnet 75 1/13/2003
68. Sonnet I 12/31/2002
69. Sonnet Ii 12/31/2002
70. Sonnet Iii 12/31/2002
71. Sonnet Iiii 12/31/2002
72. Sonnet Ix 12/31/2002
73. Sonnet L 12/31/2002
74. Sonnet Li 12/31/2002
75. Sonnet Lii 12/31/2002
76. Sonnet Liii 12/31/2002
77. Sonnet Liiii 12/31/2002
78. Sonnet Lix 12/31/2002
79. Sonnet Lv 12/31/2002
80. Sonnet Lvi 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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Sonnet Xlv

LEaue lady, in your glasse of christall clene,
Your goodly selfe for euermore to vew:
and in my selfe, my inward selfe I meane,
most liuely lyke behold your semblant trew.
Within my hart, though hardly it can shew,
thing so diuine to vew of earthly eye:
the fayre Idea of your celestiall hew,
and euery part remaines immortally:
And were it not that through your cruelty,

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