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Amoretti: Sonnet 16 Post by :Cheryl Category :Poems Author :Edmund Spenser Date :March 2011 Read :2997

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Amoretti: Sonnet 16

One day as I unwarily did gaze
On those fayre eyes, my loves immortall light,
The whiles my stonisht hart stood in amaze,
Through sweet illusion of her lookes delight,
I mote perceive how, in her glauncing sight,
Legions of Loves with little wings did fly,
Darting their deadly arrows, fyry bright,
At every rash beholder passing by.
One of those archers closely I did spy,
Ayming his arrow at my very hart:
When suddenly, with twincle of her eye,
The damzell broke his misintended dart.
Had she not so doon, sure I had bene slayne;
Yet as it was, I hardly scap't with paine.

(The end)
Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 16

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Amoretti: Sonnet 17 Amoretti: Sonnet 17

Amoretti: Sonnet 17
The glorious pourtraict of that angels face,Made to amaze weake mens confused skil,And this worlds worthlesse glory to embase,What pen, what pencil!, can expresse her fill?For though he colours could devize at will,And eke his learned hand at pleasure guide,Least, trembling, it his workmanship should spill*,Yet many wondrous things there are beside:The sweet eye-glaunces, that like arrowes glide,The charming smiles, that rob sence from the hart,The lovely pleasance, and the lofty pride,Cannot expressed be by any art. A greater craftesmans hand thereto doth neede, That can expresse the life of things indeed.(* _Spill_, spoil.)(The end)Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet

Amoretti: Sonnet 15 Amoretti: Sonnet 15

Amoretti: Sonnet 15
Ye tradefull Merchants, that, with weary toyle,Do seeke most pretious things to make your gain,And both the Indias of their treasure spoile,What needeth you to seeke so farre in vaine?For loe, my Love doth in her selfe containeAll this worlds riches that may farre be found:If saphyres, loe, her eies be saphyres plaine;If rubies, loe, hir lips be rubies sound;If pearles, hir teeth be pearles, both pure and round;If yvorie, her forhead yvory weene;If gold, her locks are finest gold on ground;If silver, her faire hands are silver sheene: But that which fairest is but few behold:--