Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Edmund Spenser Poems

161. Mutability 1/3/2003
162. So Let Us Love 1/3/2003
163. Amoretti Lxxix: Men Call You Fair 1/1/2004
164. A Hymn In Honour Of Beauty 1/3/2003
165. Amoretti Iii: The Sovereign Beauty 1/3/2003
166. Astrophel 1/3/2003
167. Sonnet 75 1/13/2003
168. Poem 24 12/31/2002
169. Amoretti Lxvii: Like As A Huntsman 1/3/2003
170. Epithalamion 1/4/2003
171. A Ditty 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

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Best Poem of Edmund Spenser

Sonnet 54

Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
Beholding me that all the pageants play,
Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.
Sometimes I joy when glad occasion fits,
And mask in myrth lyke to a comedy:
Soone after when my joy to sorrow flits,
I waile and make my woes a tragedy.
Yet she, beholding me with constant eye,
Delights not in my merth nor rues my smart:
But when I laugh she mocks, and when I cry
She laughs and hardens evermore her heart.
What then can move her? if nor merth nor mone,
She is no woman, but a senceless...

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Sonnet Lxvi

TO all those happy blessings which ye haue,
with plenteous hand by heauen vpon you thrown:
this one disparagement they to you gaue,
that ye your loue lent to so meane a one.
Yee whose high worths surpassing paragon,
could not on earth haue found one fit for mate,
ne but in heauen matchable to none,
why did ye stoup vnto so lowly state.
But ye thereby much greater glory gate,

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