Edmund Spenser Poems
|161.||The Shepheardes Calender: August||4/7/2010|
|162.||The Shepheardes Calender: December||4/7/2010|
|163.||The Shepheardes Calender: Februarie||4/7/2010|
|164.||The Shepheardes Calender: Januarie||4/7/2010|
|165.||The Shepheardes Calender: July||4/7/2010|
|166.||The Shepheardes Calender: June||4/7/2010|
|167.||The Shepheardes Calender: March||4/7/2010|
|168.||The Shepheardes Calender: May||4/7/2010|
|169.||The Shepheardes Calender: November||4/7/2010|
|170.||The Shepheardes Calender: October||1/1/2004|
|171.||The Shepheardes Calender: September||4/7/2010|
|172.||The Tamed Deer||1/3/2003|
|173.||The Teares Of The Muses||4/7/2010|
|174.||The Visions Of Petrarch||4/7/2010|
|176.||Visions Of The Worlds Vanitie.||1/3/2003|
|177.||Whilst It Is Prime||1/4/2003|
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 ...
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,