Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

Edmund Spenser Poems

161. A Hymn Of Heavenly Beauty 1/3/2003
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. 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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Iambicum Trimetrum

Unhappy verse, the witness of my unhappy state,
Make thy self flutt'ring wings of thy fast flying
Thought, and fly forth unto my love, wheresoever she be:
Whether lying restless in heavy bed, or else
Sitting so cheerless at the cheerful board, or else
Playing alone careless on her heavenly virginals.
If in bed, tell her, that my eyes can take no rest:
If at board, tell her, that my mouth can eat no meat:
If at her virginals, tell her, I can hear no mirth.

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