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Amoretti: Sonnet 24 Post by :johnm59 Category :Poems Author :Edmund Spenser Date :March 2011 Read :3274

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Amoretti: Sonnet 24

When I behold that beauties wonderment,
And rare perfection of each goodly part,
Of Natures skill the onely complement,
I honor and admire the Makers art.
But when I feele the bitter balefull smart
Which her fayre eyes unwares doe worke in mee,
That death out of theyr shiny beames doe dart,
I thinke that I a new Pandora see,
Whom all the gods in councell did agree
Into this sinfull world from heaven to send,
That she to wicked men a scourge should bee,
For all their faults with which they did offend.
But since ye are my scourge, I will intreat
That for my faults ye will me gently beat.

(The end)
Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 24

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