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Post by :betty17
Category :Poems
Author :Edmund Spenser
Date :March 2011
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Amoretti: Sonnet 6
Be nought dismayd that her unmoved mindDoth still persist in her rebellious pride:
Such love, not lyke to lusts of baser kynd,
The harder wonne, the firmer will abide.
The durefull oake whose sap is not yet dride
Is long ere it conceive the kindling fyre;
But when it once doth burne, it doth divide
Great heat, and makes his flames to heaven aspire.
So hard it is to kindle new desire
In gentle brest, that shall endure for ever:
Deepe is the wound that dints the parts entire*
With chaste affects, that naught but death can sever.
Then thinke not long in taking litle paine
To knit the knot that ever shall remaine.
(* _Entire_, inward.)
(The end)
Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 6
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