Edmund Spenser

(1552 - 13 January 1599 / London / England)

['Joy of my life, full oft for loving you'] - Poem by Edmund Spenser

Joy of my life, full oft for loving you
I bless my lot, that was so lucky placed:
But then the more your own mishap I rue,
That are so much by so mean love embased.
For had the equal heavens so much you graced
In this as in the rest, ye might invent
Some heavenly wit, whose verse could have enchased
Your glorious name in golden monument.
But since ye deign'd so goodly to relent
To me your thrall, in whom is little worth,
That little that I am shall all be spent
In setting your immortal praises forth;
Whose lofty argument uplifting me
Shall lift you up unto an high degree.


Comments about ['Joy of my life, full oft for loving you'] by Edmund Spenser

  • Abhimanyu Kumar.s (11/28/2017 5:36:00 PM)


    A beautiful sonnet on life and the way to lead. Great (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 23, 2016

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 23, 2016


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