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Post by :PhilG
Category :Poems
Author :Edmund Spenser
Date :March 2011
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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.)
(The end)
Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 14
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