An Hymn In Honour Of Beauty by Edmund Spenser — Sad Poetry Lines
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too full of thee? Whilst seeking to aslake thy raging fire, Thou in me kindlest much more great desire, And up aloft above my strength dost raise The wondrous matter of my fire to praise. That as I erst in praise of thine own name, So now in honour of thy mother dear, An honourable hymn I eke should frame, And with the brightness of her beauty clear,
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"AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me?..."
"An Hymn In Honour Of Beauty" by Edmund Spenser is a sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual and romantic english poem consisting of 327 lines. This English poem by Edmund Spenser demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual and romantic through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Edmund Spenser's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.