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Amoretti: Sonnet 7 Post by :PeacefulWarrior Category :Poems Author :Edmund Spenser Date :March 2011 Read :4505

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Amoretti: Sonnet 7

Fayre eyes! the myrrour of my mazed hart,
What wondrous vertue is contayn'd in you,
The which both lyfe and death forth from you dart
Into the obiect of your mighty view?
For when ye mildly looke with lovely hew,
Then is my soule with life and love inspired:
But when ye lowre, or looke on me askew,
Then do I die, as one with lightning fyred.
But since that lyfe is more then death desyred,
Looke ever lovely, as becomes you best;
That your bright beams, of my weak eies admyred,
May kindle living fire within my brest.
Such life should be the honor of your light,
Such death the sad ensample of your might.

(The end)
Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 7

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More then most faire, full of the living fireKindled above unto the Maker nere,No eies, but ioyes, in which al powers conspire,That to the world naught else be counted deare!Thrugh your bright beams doth not the blinded guestShoot out his darts to base affections wound;But angels come, to lead fraile mindes to restIn chast desires, on heavenly beauty bound.You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within;You stop my toung, and teach my hart to speake;You calme the storme that passion did begin,Strong thrugh your cause, but by your vertue weak. Dark is the world where your light shined never;

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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 drideIs long ere it conceive the kindling fyre;But when it once doth burne, it doth divideGreat heat, and makes his flames to heaven aspire.So hard it is to kindle new desireIn 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