Edmund Spenser is the famous author of The Faerie Queene, one of the most important pieces of English poetry. It is highly allegorical and celebrates the Tudor dynasty. Spenser also wrote numerous famous sonnets and has a particular style of verse named after him. His style was deliberately antiquated, although he sought to write against the classical tradition, including poets such as Virgil and Ovid, rather than attempt to emulate them.
‘Amoretti Sonnet 86’ by Edmund Spenser explores the toll of leaving one’s beloved and portrays the long days and nights which follow.
Since I did leave the presence of my Love,
Many long weary dayes I have outworne,
And many nights, that slowly seemd to move
Theyr sad protract from evening untill morn.
Edmund Spenser’s ‘Amoretti LXVII: Like as a Huntsman’ explores the pursuit of love and the unexpected rewards it brings.
Like as a huntsman after weary chase,
Seeing the game from him escap'd away,
Sits down to rest him in some shady place,
With panting hounds beguiled of their prey:
‘My Love is like to ice, and I to fire’ describes the contradictory but also complementary personalities of the speaker and his lover.ย
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?
‘Sonnet 54’ is part of Spenserโs Amoretti and is a Spenserian sonnet, formed by three interlocked quatrains and a couplet.
Of this worlds Theatre in which we stay,
My love lyke the Spectator ydly sits
Beholding me that all the pageants play,
Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.
‘Sonnet 68’ is a segment of Amoretti, a true love calendar that picturizes Spenserโs courtship and eventual marriage to Elizabeth Boyle.
Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day,
Didst make thy triumph over death and sin:
And having harrow'd hell, didst bring away
Captivity thence captive, us to win:
โSonnet 75′ is part of Amoretti, a sonnet cycle that describes Edmund Spenserโs courtship and marriage to Elizabeth Boyle.
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.