Edmund Spenser Poems
|161.||The Tamed Deer||1/3/2003|
|162.||A Hymn In Honour Of Beauty||1/3/2003|
|163.||So Let Us Love||1/3/2003|
|165.||Amoretti Iii: The Sovereign Beauty||1/3/2003|
|167.||Amoretti Lxxix: Men Call You Fair||1/1/2004|
|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 ...
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,