Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Poems of Edmund Spenser

101. Sonnet LXXXIIII 12/31/2002
102. Sonnet LXXXIX 12/31/2002
103. Sonnet LXXXV 12/31/2002
104. Sonnet LXXXVI 12/31/2002
105. Sonnet LXXXVII 12/31/2002
106. Sonnet LXXXVIII 12/31/2002
107. Sonnet V 12/31/2002
108. Sonnet VI 12/31/2002
109. Sonnet VII 12/31/2002
110. Sonnet VIII 12/31/2002
111. Sonnet X 12/31/2002
112. Sonnet XI 12/31/2002
113. Sonnet XII 12/31/2002
114. Sonnet XIII 12/31/2002
115. Sonnet XIIII 12/31/2002
116. Sonnet XIX 12/31/2002
117. Sonnet XL 12/31/2002
118. Sonnet XLII 12/31/2002
119. Sonnet XLIII 12/31/2002
120. Sonnet XLIIII 12/31/2002

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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