Astrophel by Edmund Spenser

Shepheards, that wont on pipes of oaten reed Oft times to plaine your loves concealed smart, And with your piteous layes have learnd to breed Compassion in a countrey lasses hart, Hearken, ye gentle shepheards, to my song, And place my dolefull plaint your plaints emong. To you alone I sing this mournfull verse, The … Continue reading Astrophel by Edmund Spenser

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My Love is Like to Ice, and I to Fire

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 … Continue reading My Love is Like to Ice, and I to Fire