Ruins of Rome, by Bellay by Edmund Spenser — Sad Poetry Lines
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the which shall never die Through your fair verses, ne in ashes rest; If so be shrilling voice of wight alive May reach from hence to depth of darkest hell, Then let those deep Abysses open rive, That ye may understand my shreiking yell. Thrice having seen under the heavens' vail Your tomb's devoted compass over all,
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"Ruins of Rome, by Bellay" by Edmund Spenser is a sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual english poem consisting of 592 lines. This English poem by Edmund Spenser demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "1 ...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and spiritual 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.