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Amoretti: Sonnet 14 Post by :PhilG Category :Poems Author :Edmund Spenser Date :March 2011 Read :1313

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Amoretti: Sonnet 14

Retourne agayne, my forces late dismayd,
Unto the siege by you abandon'd quite.
Great shame it is to leave, like one afrayd,
So fayre a peece* for one repulse so light.
'Gaynst such strong castles needeth greater might
Then those small forts which ye were wont belay**:
Such haughty mynds, enur'd to hardy fight,
Disdayne to yield unto the first assay.
Bring therefore all the forces that ye may,
And lay incessant battery to her heart;
Playnts, prayers, vowes, ruth, sorrow, and dismay;
Those engins can the proudest love convert:
And, if those fayle, fall down and dy before her;
So dying live, and living do adore her.


(* _Peece_, fortress.)
(** _Belay_, beleaguer.)





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Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 14

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