Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Edmund Spenser Poems

121. Colin Clouts Come Home Againe 4/7/2010
122. Poem 11 12/31/2002
123. Virgils Gnat 4/7/2010
124. Sonnet Lxxxi 12/31/2002
125. Poem 13 12/31/2002
126. Sonnet Lxx 12/31/2002
127. Visions Of The Worlds Vanitie. 1/3/2003
128. The Faerie Queene, Book Vi, Canto X 1/1/2004
129. Poem 19 12/31/2002
130. An Hymn Of Heavenly Beauty 1/1/2004
131. Prosopopoia: Or Mother Hubbard's Tale 1/1/2004
132. Sonnet Xxxiiii 12/31/2002
133. The Faerie Qveene 4/7/2010
134. The Shepheardes Calender: March 4/7/2010
135. An Hymne In Honour Of Love 4/7/2010
136. The Visions Of Petrarch 4/7/2010
137. Sonnet Xii 12/31/2002
138. Sonnet Ix 12/31/2002
139. Sonnet Xv 12/31/2002
140. Sonnet Lxvii 12/31/2002
141. Sonnet Xlv 12/31/2002
142. Amoretti Lxxiv: Most Happy Letters 1/3/2003
143. And Is There Care In Heaven, And Is There Love 4/7/2010
144. Sonnet Xxvi 12/31/2002
145. Sonnet Xxx 12/31/2002
146. Poem 10 12/31/2002
147. Amoretti Lxviii: Most Glorious Lord Of Life 1/1/2004
148. Ruins Of Rome, By Bellay 1/3/2003
149. Sonnet Iii 12/31/2002
150. Poem 21 12/31/2002
151. Muiopotmos, Or The Fate Of The Butterflie 4/7/2010
152. Iambicum Trimetrum 1/3/2003
153. A Hymn Of Heavenly Beauty 1/3/2003
154. The Teares Of The Muses 4/7/2010
155. Sonnet I 12/31/2002
156. The Tamed Deer 1/3/2003
157. Astrophel 1/3/2003
158. The Shepheardes Calender: April 1/1/2004
159. Mutability 1/3/2003
160. A Hymn In Honour Of Beauty 1/3/2003
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 Lxxxv

THe world that cannot deeme of worthy things,
when I doe praise her, say I doe but flatter:
so does the Cuckow, when the Mauis sings,
begin his witlesse note apace to clatter.
But they that skill not of so heauenly matter,
all that they know not, enuy or admyre,
rather then enuy let them wonder at her,
but not to deeme of her desert aspyre.
Deepe in the closet of my parts entyre,

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