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Amoretti: Sonnet 11 Post by :lifeonfire Category :Poems Author :Edmund Spenser Date :March 2011 Read :3021

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Amoretti: Sonnet 11

Dayly when I do seeke and sew for peace,
And hostages doe offer for ray truth,
She, cruell warriour, doth her selfe addresse
To battell, and the weary war renew'th;
Ne wilbe moov'd, with reason or with rewth*,
To graunt small respit to my restlesse toile;
But greedily her fell intent poursewth,
Of my poore life to make unpittied spoile.
Yet my poore life, all sorrowes to assoyle,
I would her yield, her wrath to pacify;
But then she seeks, with torment and turmoyle,
To force me live, and will not let me dy.
All paine hath end, and every war hafh peace;
But mine, no price nor prayer may surcease.

(* _Rewth_, ruth, pity.)

(The end)
Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 11

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Amoretti: Sonnet 12 Amoretti: Sonnet 12

Amoretti: Sonnet 12
One day I sought with her hart-thrilling eiesTo make a truce, and termes to entertaine;All fearlesse then of so false enimies,Which sought me to entrap in treasons traine.So, as I then disarmed did remaine,A wicked ambush, which lay hidden longIn the close covert of her guilful eyen,Thence breaking forth, did thick about me throng.Too feeble I t'abide the brunt so strong,Was forst to yield my selfe into their hands;Who, me captiving streight with rigorous wrong,Have ever since kept me in cruell bands. So, Ladie, now to you I doo complaine Against your eies, that iustice I may gaine.(The end)Edmund

Amoretti: Sonnet 10 Amoretti: Sonnet 10

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 blisseOf her freewill, scorning both thee and me?See! how the Tyrannesse doth ioy to seeThe 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 comptrollAll 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