Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Edmund Spenser Poems

161. Amoretti Lxviii: Most Glorious Lord Of Life 1/1/2004
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
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. Amoretti Lxxv: One Day I Wrote Her Name 1/3/2003
173. Poem 1 12/31/2002
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

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 Xlv

LEaue lady, in your glasse of christall clene,
Your goodly selfe for euermore to vew:
and in my selfe, my inward selfe I meane,
most liuely lyke behold your semblant trew.
Within my hart, though hardly it can shew,
thing so diuine to vew of earthly eye:
the fayre Idea of your celestiall hew,
and euery part remaines immortally:
And were it not that through your cruelty,

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