Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Poems of Edmund Spenser

41. Poem 23 12/31/2002
42. Poem 24 12/31/2002
43. Poem 3 12/31/2002
44. Poem 4 12/31/2002
45. Poem 5 12/31/2002
46. Poem 6 12/31/2002
47. Poem 7 12/31/2002
48. Poem 8 12/31/2002
49. Poem 9 12/31/2002
50. Poem 90 12/31/2002
51. Poem 91 12/31/2002
52. Poem 92 12/31/2002
53. Poem 93 12/31/2002
54. Poem 94 12/31/2002
55. Poem 95 12/31/2002
56. Poem 96 12/31/2002
57. Poem 97 12/31/2002
58. Prosopopoia: or Mother Hubbard's Tale 1/1/2004
59. Prothalamion 1/3/2003
60. Ruins of Rome, by Bellay 1/3/2003

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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