Edmund Spenser Poems
|162.||So Let Us Love||1/3/2003|
|163.||A Hymn In Honour Of Beauty||1/3/2003|
|164.||Amoretti Lxxix: Men Call You Fair||1/1/2004|
|166.||Amoretti Iii: The Sovereign Beauty||1/3/2003|
|169.||Amoretti Lxvii: Like As A Huntsman||1/3/2003|
|173.||Amoretti Lxxv: One Day I Wrote Her Name||1/3/2003|
|176.||Ice And Fire||1/3/2003|
|177.||My Love Is Like To Ice||1/3/2003|
Comments about 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 ...
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