Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Edmund Spenser Poems

1. Amoretti LXXXI: Fayre Is My Love, When Her Fayre Golden Heares 10/30/2015
2. Amoretti XXX: My Love Is Like To Ice, And I To Fire 10/30/2015
3. Amoretti I: Happy ye leaves when as those lilly hands 1/25/2016
4. The Faerie Queene (Dedicatory Sonnets) 4/16/2015
5. ['Joy of my life, full oft for loving you'] 1/23/2016
6. Sonnet Xxxii 12/31/2002
7. The Shepheardes Calender: August 4/7/2010
8. The Shepheardes Calender: June 4/7/2010
9. Sonnet Xxxviii 12/31/2002
10. The Shepheardes Calender: December 4/7/2010
11. Sonnet Xxxi 12/31/2002
12. Poem 97 12/31/2002
13. The Shepheardes Calender: July 4/7/2010
14. Poem 91 12/31/2002
15. The Shepheardes Calender: September 4/7/2010
16. Sonnet Xxxix 12/31/2002
17. Sonnet Xxv 12/31/2002
18. Sonnet Xxxv 12/31/2002
19. The Shepheardes Calender: Februarie 4/7/2010
20. The Shepheardes Calender: May 4/7/2010
21. Sonnet Lxxxiii 12/31/2002
22. Sonnet Lxxxii 12/31/2002
23. Poem 5 12/31/2002
24. Poem 6 12/31/2002
25. Sonnet Lxxxiiii 12/31/2002
26. Sonnet Lxxxviii 12/31/2002
27. The Shepheardes Calender: November 4/7/2010
28. Sonnet Lxxvi 12/31/2002
29. Sonnet Lxxi 12/31/2002
30. The Visions Of Petrarch 4/7/2010
31. Sonnet Xxix 12/31/2002
32. Sonnet Liii 12/31/2002
33. Sonnet L 12/31/2002
34. Sonnet Lxxxv 12/31/2002
35. Sonnet Liiii 12/31/2002
36. Sonnet Lx 12/31/2002
37. Sonnet Xxxiii 12/31/2002
38. Poem 92 12/31/2002
39. Poem 12 12/31/2002
40. Sonnet Lxxix 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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Poem 20

BVt let stil Silence trew night watches keepe,
That sacred peace may in assurance rayne,
And tymely sleep, when it is tyme to sleepe,
May poure his limbs forth on your pleasant playne,
The whiles an hundred little winged loues,
Like diuers fethered doues,
Shall fly and flutter round about your bed,
And in the secret darke, that none reproues,
Their prety stealthes shal worke, & snares shal spread

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