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Post by :lonestar
Category :Poems
Author :Edmund Spenser
Date :March 2011
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Click below to download : Amoretti: Sonnet 10 (Format : PDF)
Amoretti: Sonnet 10
X.Unrighteous Lord of love, what law is this,
That me thou makest thus tormented be,
The whiles she lordeth in licentious blisse
Of her freewill, scorning both thee and me?
See! how the Tyrannesse doth ioy to see
The hugh massacres which her eyes do make,
And humbled harts brings captive unto thee,
That thou of them mayst mightie vengeance take.
But her proud hart doe thou a little shake,
And that high look, with which she doth comptroll
All this worlds pride, bow to a baser make*,
And al her faults in thy black booke enroll:
That I may laugh at her in equall sort
As she doth laugh at me, and makes my pain her sport.
(* _Make_, mate.)
(The end)
Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 10
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