Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Edmund Spenser Poems

161. So Let Us Love 1/3/2003
162. Sonnet 75 1/13/2003
163. Amoretti Lxviii: Most Glorious Lord Of Life 1/1/2004
164. A Hymn In Honour Of Beauty 1/3/2003
165. Amoretti Iii: The Sovereign Beauty 1/3/2003
166. Amoretti Lxxix: Men Call You Fair 1/1/2004
167. Poem 24 12/31/2002
168. Astrophel 1/3/2003
169. Amoretti Lxvii: Like As A Huntsman 1/3/2003
170. A Ditty 1/4/2003
171. Epithalamion 1/4/2003
172. Poem 1 12/31/2002
173. Amoretti Lxxv: One Day I Wrote Her Name 1/3/2003
174. Easter 1/4/2003
175. Sonnet 54 1/13/2003
176. Ice And Fire 1/3/2003
177. My Love Is Like To Ice 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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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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