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Post by :Cheryl
Category :Poems
Author :Edmund Spenser
Date :March 2011
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Amoretti: Sonnet 16
One day as I unwarily did gazeOn 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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